I guess this gave my father an idea as he moved his tongue down to my asshole and gave it a good long lick. I groaned out in both surprise and delight...when he did this. Then he did something even more surprising when he started pushing his tongue into my asshole. This was an entirely new sensation for me as I'd never so much as shoved a suppository up in there, but, I must say, it was an entirely pleasurable sensation that my father was now giving to me as he'd managed to get the tip of his. Just because you have on a black tie and a suit, doesn’t make you someone special. We were not special and we did not belong at this mans house, eating off his fine china and enjoying the presence of his company. I made my way through the house, searching for a bathroom, but there was nothing in site. A house with hundreds of rooms should have a dozen bathrooms or so you would think. I finally settled on what appeared to be a guest bedroom, but you never knew with rich people. It looked like a. "You know yourlingerie". "It's my job, and my passion too". She pursed her lips, as if toblow a kiss.The more I spoke to Kirsten, the more I became fascinated by her. Open andfriendly on the surface but I sensed a much deeper aspect to her personalityand her interest in me that I could not fathom. I decided to buy the balconybra. Kirsten brought two or three pairs of matching pants and I decided tobuy both the 'sensible' deep-sided pair and the high-cut, narrow thong thatbarely covered my pubic. Margie said she has been active n yoga and has had no issues,We drank a few beers and soon the topic was sex. Bill explained to me that he had been unable to have sex for over 10 years and he was very saddened by this. They both talked about the difficulties this had brought them and I was not sure where this was going but was getting hard. Margie brought me another beer and sat REAL close to me and said something that chilled me to the bone - "What Bill is trying to say is that he wants you to.