Uhm...ah... I really need you to go a bit lower.”I was impossibly hot now... I could feel the beads of sweat running down my face and down my neck. ... had to wipe the stinging drops of it from my eyes.“How-much-low-er do you want me to go?” I asked, putting an unmistakably heavy emphasis on each syllable of the three words every man dreams of hearing.“Until I ask you to stop. You will stop when I ask you to, won’t you?”“Yes, I will stop when you ask me to”, I affirmed.“Please continue then”, she. Panting heavily and still tightly locked together we slowly recover our breath and you delicately plant a few kisses lovingly on the side of my neck as neither of us seems inclined to release our embrace. I kiss you full on the lips but softly, urgency now gone completely and my grin makes you smile. Slowly you unclasp your legs from behind me and lower your knees, still perched on the minibar counter and still intimately locked together. You hands move from around my neck and travel towards my. He turned them inside out and licked the inside of the front of my shorts all the while jacking off. He then sucked the crotch of my dirty underwear into his mouth and it looked like he was chewing on them. After a couple of minutes he pulled my shorts from his mouth, I could see a wet spot on the crotch of them when he did. Next he lowered them down to his hard cock and stuck his cock into the crotch of my underwear and wrapped them around his cock and began to jack off again. I leaned into. "Dad, do you have a hard-on?" "Sorry," he apologized, backing away a few inches. "It’s okay, Daddy," I let him know, turning to him. "Do you want me to be with Bradly?" "I want you to be happy, Jenna. I surely need both of my kids to be happy, and a lot goes into what kind of a relationship you're in, most definitely. If you want to be with him, and have his cock inside you, just in one of your bedrooms, then do it." "Okay, Dad," I muttered, before I pecked his cheek. "Jenna," my mom said,.