I gave her a passionate kiss as if to say thank you, then pumped my hips in and out, retreating a little more each time. Before long I was pumping her...from balls to tip, making sure she felt my entire length with each pass.I arched my neck to lick her cleavage again, sucking the tender flesh as close to her nipple as I could get. Given the angle, it was difficult. At least until she saw what I was doing and lifted her breast for me, waiting for me to get her nipple into my mouth and begin. That was heaven to me.He arched his back, leaned his head back and moaned that he was coming. With that, I did two quick up and down’s then took it all as deep as possible. That did the trick; what I felt was wonderful. Not only did he unload in me very hard but; I could ‘feel’ his cock pumping as he shot his load in me! My father was coming in me! Then (just like my uncle) I felt his seed running down inside of me. That was the most wonderful feeling in the world just then. My own father had. Just get in. I can't give you a han... I mean... you'll have to get yourselves up inside as I don't touch women... well... not that I won't... I mean... you look like nice girls and all, and your dad is right here and all. It's not like you are... hoo... I mean... ladies of... damn. Look, your dad will give you all a hand getting in."Blushing, his words all choked up, I could tell that he hadn't had much experience with the fairer sex. If any. It also sounded like he had 'touched' hookers. No wonder; I looked at her--a D cup was really notthe right size for either of us. Mom probably didn't want to face thereality of DD bras for 15-year-old girls. Heather helped me fasten thethree hooks. I did OK from there with the sweater, skirt, and stockings.Where were the shoes? I let her get them out. It was a relief to seethat they were fairly plain loafers; I didn't want to have to manageheels just yet."Come on! Don't you want breakfast? I'm starved." I followed herdownstairs to the.