Everything up until now had been fantasy, roleplay. This would be real people touching me and expecting me to touch them back. The The taxi turned off...the two-lane and onto a side street. The driver pulled up in front of a big two-story place with a pair of black Mercedes in the driveway. Solidly upper-middle class, not too pretentious but not too shabby. I got out and stood there for a full minute, staring at the house. I started when the phone rang. "Are you there?" Tiffany asked. "Yes,. I looked him, face to face as I leaned in and gave him a quick lick across the lips. You could tell he wanted more as I remained a few inches away from his face and he continued to lick his lips and stick out his tongue. He was such a gay slut. And I had to get back in his ass with my hard cock. Letting go of his face I went back to his ass as I slid back in, my cock covered in his spit. I held onto his ass with both hands, pressing down on him as I pounded him. Really fucking him this time.. Suddenly she noticed a change in Anne’s suckling. Itwas more erratic, more powerful. Her breathing waslabored, hastened. And then Anne’s legs squeezedtogether, her body in shaking quivers. Carrie realizedthrough the fog of her own sensations that Anne washaving an orgasm while suckling at Carrie’s breast. Seconds passed as Anne’s climax passed. A smileappeared on Anne’s face as Carrie’s firm nipple escapedfrom the attack it had experienced.“I’ve. Hell, I should not have opened her door to begin with! But instead I stood there staring with my alcohol clouded brain just refusing to work! I do not know what it was that made her look toward the door, but she did. She smiled at me for a moment and then realized how she was and that I was staring at her and she did not quite scream but said in shock, “Dad!!!” That was enough! I covered my eyes and backed out apologizing as she was making to shut her computer, cover herself and turn off.