“All these years and I never saw my father naked.” I thought. However, by the time that thought was completed, dad was fully naked and erect in fr...nt of me. His body was smooth and beautiful and his cock was wider than I imagined it. I knelt before him and kissed the tip of his cock as he gently stroked it. I took it in my mouth, trying not to gag from the width. I methodically sucked him in a steady motion. Dad’s moans were making me even hotter for him. I started to rub my pussy as my tongue. She was as excited as I was about expanding my business. Between the Hanson and Jenson places, I should have a good source of wild hog meat for the rest of the summer, if not longer.Mary reported that she was having good luck with her garden. Now that the dogs were keeping the hogs away, she was sure that she would get a good yield from everything she planted. She had reserved a small section of the garden for herbs, and they were already showing tiny sprigs of green poking from the soil. Mary. He looked at her and she stuck her tongue out at him briefly.Alex grinned back at her, excited by the bitchy witch.Then she wolf whistled appreciatively.“I got an idea,” she said, “Lucifer is the best looking of the prince's of hell, how about Lucifer for your coven name?”“Okay,” he said, flattered but feeling weird at the same time.The witch seemed to be full of sexual energy, it hit him over and over and over again, in hot waves of desire, so much so that he was a little afraid that he was. Always has been, and always will be. We're both in our mid-to-late 40s, with him being 47 as of this writing. He's a good-looking guy, about 5-11, under 200 pounds, and is in decent shape. He's admittedly better looking than I am, although not quite as aggressive in the bedroom with his partners as I tend to be.All this is brief background to this story. About a month ago, Jason texted me to meet him at a place called PK's Pub, a kind of old-school Irish pub where soccer is the sport of choice.