Ritter." Your dad, I mean Jeff, asked me to look in a chest. Do you have any idea what he's talking about?" You can call him my dad; that's what he is... after all. The chest I think he's talking about is one my grandfather owned. Dad gave it to me before he went to prison. He thought I might want it since it was an antique. Plus I was always close to my grandparents. There's some old stuff of my dad's and my granddad's in it."I looked inside but didn't see anything that looked like a ledger.. Reading the warning signs of an orgasm on the build: the moaning, the leg shift and the subtle pulses in mouth, I went in for the kill as I shifted from a constant slow swirl to bobbing back and forth like some porn star cocksucking slut. As expected, the sounds out of my son's mouth got louder and he warned, "I'm going to come." I instantly stopped and took his cock out of my mouth, again attempting to lead him into his role as dominant on our ever-changing relationship. I asked, "Do you want. The harder I tried to back out of our embrace your biceps flexed solidly under my hands and your fingers tightened around my waist. My resistance failed completely, now I merely struggled to stand. My knees were weak and my heart was beating fast as you gazed intently into my eyes telepathically communicating desire. Losing my poise momentarily in your arms I immediately snapped back to the moment when you pressed your soft lips to mine then enveloped my mouth with yours. As I close my eyes. At any rate, she wondered if this was really real or not, and if so just who it was. Jackie didn't think anyone would have believed her in any case, but she determined she would ‘go with the flow’ even if it did have some affects on her. There had been the sensation of hands sliding over her body from the middle of her breasts to her stomach and over her navel to her pussy. It had felt as if the fingers were exploring her body on a discovery tour to find out what excited her. She had felt.