Suddenly Rita, flushed in the face, entered the room in her sexy underwear. A silence descended rapidly as her children and their partners just stared...at the comely woman."Well, that is a sight for sore eyes!" breathed Helen"I am glad you like it. You will be seeing more over the evening and I hope you will take the opportunity to explore what you see by touch as well. I have behaved disgracefully to both Jane and yourself. My humiliation at your hands might go some way to balancing that.". Her eyes appeared to simply be dark dots in the middle of white eggs, but they seemed to miss nothing… not even my thoughts or my soul’s desires!!!She raised her eyes and smiled at me saying something. It meant something like, “He will do.” But to be blunt about it, I did not understand the words. I only understood the look. The upturn curl of her lips at their corners and the flash in her eyes just before she thrust both of her hands up into the night sky and she called out something else. Moans and gasps were being torn from my lips and I shudder slightly, “oh daddy.” I blushed softly. Since when had I started wanting my daddy to touch me? It didn’t really matter though. Every girl has fantasies about her dad right? So, I decided to just go with it. I began picturing my dad, all 6’3’’ of him. He’s in shape and toned without being ridiculously ripped. He’s always had thick, dark, brown hair that I’ve always just wanted to run my fingers through. Before I know it I’m soaking the. For the big finish she sat on my face, fingered her clit and giggled to another climax as my tongue stretched deep.When we were done we always followed with a deep and loving kiss, with whispered endearments sprinkled in. It was the same way we ended our first blow job and every one since; we did oral pleasure, which is by nature one-sided, as gifts of love to pleasure the other. (We can’t do 69 to climax, we each get too distracted.)We had silence when I started with her feet and exclamations.