I took my time licking every inch of the front of her body and a lot of her back. Spending extra time with those PERFECT TITS. When I got to her pussy... there was an unusual but pleasant smell. I couldn't place it. I tasted no chemicals, so I ruled out perfume. I gave up trying to figure it out and started licking her lips feather light. At the same time my hand was pressing down just above her pelvic bone intensifying her pleasure.She was pushing my head, shifting her hips and begging me to go. Although her family had always had far more money than mine, we’d actually followed fairly similar middle-class paths until my parents had been fatally injured in that car wreck when I was seventeen. If Dad had also been killed outright, I’d have been okay; it was the cost of him lingering on in that hospital bed for another ten weeks that had taken all the money. Their deaths made the difference between me being blue collar middle class with a college education, and working as a site laborer. “Wow, Will I be able to afford all the tips?” I replied mockingly. “Well, you can pay me in kind,” he playfully answered.“And how will I do that?” I challenged.With that, he got off his chair and joined me on the sofa."Maybe like this,” he said before he commenced kissing me.The ardency of his intensity was heavenly, and soon I found myself completely overwhelmed by his passion.‘Christ,’ I thought, ‘Mike is completely enrapturing me with his passion.’I was putty in his hands as he took control. Her question snapped me out of my enjoyment for a moment.“Umm, yes sweetie. Why do you ask?” was my nervous reply.“Well, you’re breathing funny.” I assured her I was ok and asked her to stop moving about so much. “But I’m uncomfortable, Daddy, something is sticking into me...” I froze. I know I should have realised that she would feel it, and I don’t know why I was so surprised that she did. What happened next really shocked me, though.My daughter reached back behind her, fishing in between us..