She reassured me that she had no interest in getting back together with me — however, she would like it if I spent the night at hers that night — ...or old times sake. To which she added — ‘Who knows, maybe there will be a blow job or two in it for you’ and smiled. This got my attention even more — I loved to get blow jobs from her. I asked her again what the costume was and she wouldn’t tell me — she just kept on saying that ‘I would love it’. I asked her to tell me if I would be dressed as a. I thought that was weird but for some reason I felt compelled to see them. Mr. Sullivan took me to their gym which had a window that overlooks the backyard and we could clearly see Maria laying on a chaise lounge with my dad on top of her.I don’t know why, but watching them fuck was turning me on and my dick was getting hard. Mr. Sullivan told me to just keep watching them and all of a sudden, I felt a pair of lips around my dick. Mr. Sullivan was sucking my dick. I looked down and said,. The country night made her feel uneasy. She jumped as every car roared past, but, as the evening wore on, they became less and less frequent. The car engines gave way to the bellbirds and tuneful native owl, the morepork. A swishing in a nearby tree startled her, but it was just a hawk, perhaps spotting some roadkill. Even the hum from the motorway, well over a kilometre away, steadily died as commuters returned home.As expected, around 7 o'clock, Jake went to his car and pulled out of the. ” All day on the Saturday my mind was in turmoil, and I was finding it hard to concentrate on my job. Even my work colleague at the time could sense that something was amiss, and she asked me if I was okay. “I’m taking an active part in a charity fund raising event after work,” I said, “And It’s just a bit of nervous excitement.” She didn’t ask me any more questions, and I didn’t go into the detail. I pulled onto Steve’s frontage at just after six, and rang his doorbell. There were several cars.