I worry that my middle-aged, grieving father might be so foolish as to marry Zophia. She’s a beautiful teenager with a tight and willing body and wh... happens also to be the mother of one of his children. I worry not only because my father has a cock, but more that he has a heart. And Zophia loves him. She loves him sincerely and genuinely and she would love him even if he did not have a penny to his name. She’s no gold digger. My father knows this. I’ve seen what he’s like with her when I’m. Her fingers were caressing the head of my cock as I slowly hunched just a little sliding my cock back and forth in the groove of her lips. I could feel the moisture starting to coat the top of my shaft.We continued this way for a couple of minutes till her nipple was a hard rubbery nub between my fingers and her wetness had slicked the top of my shaft. She started trying to place the head of my cock at her wet entrance. I had a lot of plans on what I wanted to do to her but none of them counted. The engine cranked but never turned over. It had been a cool night and I guess the engine was cold. I slid next to her and told her to trade places with me. She did and I was now sitting in the driver's seat. I checked all the gauges and everything was fine. Even the fuel was topped off. I kicked off my right sandal and placed my bare foot on the big pedal. I had learned long ago that it was impossible to drive with flip-flops on. The part of the sandal extending past the heel was always longer. As if by appointment she called me on Saturday morning and told me that she needed some help with getting the gas cylinder refilled. Reluctantly I got up from bed and in the next 1 hour reached Arun’s place and knocked on the door. Reshma opened the door and I saw that she was still in her night wear so I asked her why she was not ready to go get the cylinder, she told me that she was just about the get ready however she could not get the cylinder disconnected from the burner, she led me into.