We all then moved into the living room and I had Calvin and Marci get comfortable on the sofa. "Excuse Joe while he goes and gets ready" I told them....I had already gotten into the outfit I wanted; a black sheer bustier with straps, black stockings and panties and my black ankle strap stiletto's. I had told Calvin to have Marci dress for the occasion and she was decked out in a sexy white outfit under her coat. She had white stockings and heels to go along with her white bustier and a great set. With a smile, she looked up at our father, and slowly moved her mouth onto his cock. It turns out Dad is fairly well-hung - that’s something you never want to learn - and neither of them said a word as she began slowly, lovingly fellating him.The look of anguish on his face told me he was conflicted, but he didn’t do anything to stop her. At one point his hand moved, and I thought he was going to push her away, but she grabbed it and moved it to her tit, which he began crudely groping.Elly. I start teasing your click touching it lightly like a tongue and straddle over you knees either side and my hard cock sticking to my belly button. You grab it and feel it pulse in your hand. I rub your clit faster and harder.I take your hand from my cock and you get your tits into position as i slide my burned sausage between your cleavageWe get up and move into the lounge i sit down on your sofa and take off my clothes, you pour 2 glasses of brandy and giggle as you hear my cock slap against. "Could you collar a clean one and gift wrap it for me," I said.She nodded and went to work while I dialed for authorisation, something like this could backfire so I wanted to be sure I wouldn't be blamed if it did. Standard arse covering techniques but much needed as in this case I wouldn't be fired I'd be found swinging from a lamppost with bits of my anatomy cut out, probably by the hand of the lovely Five."Barry this is Dave," I said into the phone, neither were real names just convenient.