" She stood up, sipped her whisky and took her pants off and her t shirt as well. Her slim figure, white as a ghost revealed brown satin panties and...a white full b cup lace bra that did not coordinate. She modeled it to me and asked me to take my clothes off at once, but my underwear, which was a flannel pair of boxers, very comfy if you asked me.So, the two of us modeled our undies when Keela took my hand and took me to her room, I was behind her and saw those hips working that full satin. My cock was now very hard and the thought of helping her to cum felt very inviting, I was thinking whether or not to walk in and see what she said when all of a sudden she started moaning my name, oh john fuck me harder she moaned loud. Oh fuck this made me even harder, she suddenly turned her head and she was looking right at me.She was very shocked at me staring at her and the obvious bulge in my trousers, she covered her self up and jumped up, "What the fuck are you doing here John?" she. He looked at me and said. “Well Sarah.”“Yes daddy.”He waited. He kissed my lips gently. He blew me away. He held my head and we kissed harder. Our tongues were dancing together. Our juices were mixing as we kissed. Daddy reached for me and pulled me closer. His fingers were pinching my erect nipples and rolling them round.“Daddy you are too good to me.” I said.Daddy stood and dropped his jeans. His cock hung out long and thick. “Open your mouth Sarah. Open it wide. Daddy wants you to slowly. But seriously, it’s not a problem. I talked to my priest about it and he basically said to avoid strip clubs, ‘X’ rated movies, and that kind of thing. I don’t even know where those kinds of things ARE!”Nancy laughed, “You’ve heard of Simon Leis, right?”“The name rings a bell, but I can’t place it.”“He’s the prosecutor over in Cincinnati. He’s the one who got the guy who publishes Hustler convicted on obscenity charges. There was other stuff that Cincinnati did that basically ensured there were.