The young lady gets bolder. The old codger loses his nerve. Cute." Humph." Fix it, Dad. Barbie can't. Call her and call her now. I promised to call he... right back, and I don't want to talk with her again until after you talk with her." I'd sure like to be a fly on the wall listening to that conversation, I thought. "When all is well, tell her to call me. I don't want to referee, and the last place I want to be is in the middle." Old codger, huh?"I huffed a laugh. "You're as much an old codger. But I have not, to my recollection, ever enjoyed the sexual pleasures of any woman that could so completely deplete my sexual energy and whatever storehouse of cum exists within me as Michelle could. I was having a difficult time understanding how this unsophisticated young woman from a small town in the Midwest could have mastered the techniques of sexual prowess, almost overnight, while being in bed with me. She was learning on the fly, so to speak. What else would she come up with to. Hali stops with half my dick inside, and lets me shoot my load into her mouth. Once I release my hold on her head, Hali sits up and scoots her hips up to my stomach. She locks eyes with me and noticeably swallows what's in her mouth, then smiles and says," That was really fun! The taste was a bit much, but everything else was awesome." Hali puts her hands on my head and plays with my hair, happily humming. I move my right hand up to my chest and give no warning as I slip my middle. We lived in the house that my parents left me in their wills. They met an untimely death when a deputy sheriff involved in a high speed chase lost control of his patrol car and hit them head on,The house was a hundred year old farm house on eight hundred acres. The house had been built by my great grandfather and had been passed down through the family. Each generation had added modern touches to the place so even thought the house appeared to be very old on the outside the interior was quite.