My tongue caressed her hot flesh. I wiggled around inside of her. I couldn’t find any more of Daddy’s cum but there was plenty of her spicy juices...They were amazing to taste. I reveled in them. My tongue fluttered through her folds. I caressed her. I pleased her. Daddy did the same to me. I whimpered, this amazing pleasure built and built. My cunt squeezed tight. Juices leaked out of me and spilled into his mouth.He growled as he feasted on me. His fingers dug into my rump.I trembled and. Everyone said their goodbyes and Ken hoped we could meet again. I made no commtiment.Alone in Dave’s car as he drove me back to mine he kept asking me if I was OK and I just nodded. Nothing else was said. When he dropped me off he told me to give him a ring during the week when I felt up to it. Again I just nodded.I got into my car and drove home wondering what I was going to tell my husband about the scratches and Band Aids I was wearing. I concocted a story in my mind that was shocking enough. Your parents won’t ask you to sleep separately and give them privacy,” I said.She was in deep thought, and she said, “I still don’t buy that, maybe because they are my parents, and I have never looked at them from that perspective.”I said, “When parents reach a certain age, we perceive that yes, this is fine. It’s Dad and Mom, so they don’t need privacy, but you never know what is between them.”She seemed to agree with me. “Maybe you’re right, but I can’t think about it.”I said, “If they are. They got to talking, and Kranich -- that's his name, JohnKranich -- did a hell of a sales job. He's been Harriman's fair-haired boyever since, and the old bastard wants to give him the job. The only reasonI'm still in the running is because of the work I've been doing and the factthat standard policy would be to give me first shot." I see. If this Kranich never existed, then the position wouldautomatically be yours?" There'd still be some competition, but I've have the inside track by quitea.