My hard on was poking straight out of my boxer slit. My cock so stiff the tray couldn’t hide it.I mean I was about to turn around and leave. I‘d t...y putting down the tray, I’d think of sport or something to get my boner down and wait and then knock. I suppose I’d hear her finish. God she was loudly groaning as her assured climax approached.Then a mother’s intuition or a woman’s feeling she is being watched or that sixth sense reaction that a cock is at hand, led her to open her eyes. Well. Leaning back up again, I let my tits rub against you. You reach down to take my nipples between your fingers right as I engulf your cock with my mouth, sliding it between my lips and down my throat.Hearing your moan of pleasure, I gently begin stroking it with my mouth in long slow strokes, stopping every so often to flick my tongue along it. I reach down to push my pants down and slide them off. Dipping a finger into my wetness, I left it to your lips for you to taste how hot you make me. I couldn't even give some tort quip at calling me a baby. He knew that I would cry at how good he could make me feel and he would always make fun of me for it. If I hadn't been out of breath at the time I would have told him that 15-year-old teenage girls are not babies. My father chuckled at me dryly. A weird, monotonous laugh that I had always hated about him. I gathered up as much breath I could and told him to shut up. It would have sounded like an actual threat if I had been able to. She was 28 years old and married to her husband Gus for 6 years. Barbara had long shoulder length silky blonde hair, blue eyes and a very shapely 34-22-35 figure. She was a real beauty but in the last year her sex life with Gus had diminished significantly. It was the age old catch phrase, ‘Show me a pretty wife and I’ll show you a husband that’s tired of fucking her.’ In spite of their sex tailing off neither Barbara nor Gus had been unfaithful to each other. Barbara had relied on masturbation.