He’d worked the film editing business for nearly forty years and made enough swag in the process to buy this warehouse in the early 1990’s and cou...d have lived like a prince on his rents on the remaining seven units. Instead, like the urban mole he was, he just kept working but increasingly often now he only accepted projects that interested him technically.I left a phone message to tell him that I was coming with something interesting but he didn’t answer the phone or the buzzer at the front. My Dad’s wet tongue just kept moving along my shaft and foreskin and over my cock head.Dad rubbed my asshole with his finger, and then slowly worked it into my ass. Just as his finger made it to my prostate and rubbed it up and down, I lost it. I forced Dad’s mouth all the way down my cock and held it there as my cock exploded in his throat. My Dad kept moaning as my asshole clinched around his finger and I shot a surprisingly huge load in his mouth. I think I yelled “Oh fuck Dad, Take it.” . I wanted her. I wanted to touch her the way she was touching me. And quickly she was ready to let me.She stood up, towering over me while I lay on the bed, and lifted her skirt before straddling my face and putting her panties on my mouth. I could feel the warmth of her sex but immediately sensed that something was wrong. The sweet smell of pussy was replaced with something else something… masculine. I wasn't really sure what to do. I was dismayed but, at the same time, completely turned on by. So I knew that Chris’s appraisal of my appearance was very likely leading him to think of me with admiration. That idea pleased and excited me.As Al and Chris went about their task, I wandered to my computer and sat down. I had work to do, but my mind was in a whirl. I’d always thought that the size of a man’s dick was a minor matter, that foreplay and other aspects of technique were more important than size. I’d married young, had had only four lovers before my husband, and had never had.