This is the story of one such couple we came across. One of the things that was always been a constant in my life has been music. While I possess very...limited musically ability myself, I have always been involved in the music scene. I went from running sound and lights with local bands, to working for a large national concert promoter for awhile. At the time of this story I had a couple of friends in a band and they happened to be playing a block party near our apartment. The police had blocked. Ouch ... too hot. Okay, that’s better. Now where’s that soap? Ahh ... there it is. She quietly started to lather her body, wondering what her father so badly wanted to ask the night before.“Oooh ... no, I don’t have the time right now” she exclaimed as her soapy hands made their way down her breasts. “Besides, I’ll have more than enough orgasms today.” Sweetheart, are you awake?Yeah. Even if I wanted to sleep late, I couldn’t.Any particular reason?Mostly things I’m not comfortable discussing. "The fuck?! You're a man for Christ's sake! Men don't have slumber parties!" "Dad, it's not what you think, it's over at Hann-" "Fine! Just go ya queer!" he interrupted. There really was no point in explaining things to my father. He was just a narrow minded person. So I walked back into the kitchen and picked up the phone, "Yeah, my dad doesn't have a problem with it at all." "Alright, great! Well get over here pronto!" "But it's morning?" I was getting a bit confussed because A) she never. "Hot damn! Finally!" I thought. With my eyes closed, I rolled over on my back as I pulled the sheet off. I heard the sounds of undressing, then felt the waterbed slosh as Connie slid in next to me. My cock was half hard as she lifted it in her hand and ran her tongue up its length, then slid her lips down over it to nestle her nose in my pubic hair. God, that woman could suck. I was quickly bone hard as she worked her mouth up and down my shaft, using her tongue on the head like I was a Dairy.