It was a warm day and ended up being a great afternoon. We were just chatting and relaxed, talking about everything and nothing. Helen was wearing a t...pical summer dress from that time and each time she got me a drink, I got a glimpse down the top. Being the age I was I didn’t say anything, just took as much in as I could. Over the next few weeks I visited Helen a couple of days a week. It was nice to chat to her and I must admit, I did enjoy the view that I got, either down her top or of her. Nonetheless, I wanted his big tip in my mouth...As we awkwardly manoeuvred our way in the confines of the stall, I sat myself upon the bowl of the toilet, taking the man's thin shaft between a couple of my fingers, I brought that big swollen tipped b**st to my tongue, slowly running it around and over him. He gasped as my tongue flicked and lapped at his 'banjo string', the little piece of skin attached to the glans connected to the shaft. And then I took him fully, into my mouth, my nose. . But we shall fight through our discomfort and continue to provide you both with an exquisite massage experience,” he concluded with a wink in my direction. We then proceeded to liberally pour oil across our partner’s breasts ... thoroughly enjoying the process as we went. In no time, my hands were smoothing the lubricant into the pores of Erika’s skin as my father watched intently. He seemed spellbound by the way I gathered his daughter-in-law’s petite breasts in each palm and squeezed them. Every so often he would go over and drape his arm around her, bringing her over to meet a family member or two. Careful to include her without making her feel overwhelmed. He was so aware that she had the deep insecurity of being an outsider, and worked hard to make her feel part of the group without being besieged by his boisterous family. Later they went home with his mother to get changed and ready to be collected by Greg to meet up at the club with the others. Watching her get ready while.