Really I do.” She laughed. “At my wedding, when the preacher said ‘Love, honor and cherish’, you were on my mind. If it had been you, you woul... have insisted on ‘Love, honor and obey’, wouldn’t you?” I laughed too. This was more like my Kaity. “Probably, back then. Maybe I’ve mellowed with age, like a good Scotch. A thirty year-old Scotch, as you just reminded me.” She laughed again. “Thirty-one. Hmmm, that’s a strange idea to wrap my mind around, a kinder, gentler you. I think I’d like to meet. I meant what I said." Well, rub your dick on my boobs then. That'll be safe." I didn't really do anything. She still had my shaft in her hand. She was the one that repositioned her body that my shaft was poking one of her breasts with the head. Then she started tracing figure eights around her nipples with my prick. It felt wonderful, and the feeling got more and more intense as the path converged closer and closer to her nipples. Finally she abandoned the figure eights, painting her nipples. As he reaches the last button I stifle a moan at the feeling of his hands so close to my sex, and my hips give an involuntary jerk upwards to meet his hand. Jack reaches around, his lips on my neck, to unhook my bra. His mouth trails from my ear to my jaw to my collarbone, then down, kissing my right nipple before tracing it with his tongue, and then taking it into his mouth and gently sucking it. He cups my left breast in his hand, stroking his thumb across the nipple. My breath is coming fast. They were openly necking on the couch my son's hands groping her breasts through the gown. He stopped for a moment, looked at me then whispered something into his watch.My daughter froze for a moment then snapped to. She deeply kissed me then held me at arms length away smiling at me in a mischievous way. She slowly bent down to her knees, the whole time looking up into my eyes."Candice" Call me Candy daddy, please"I took a hard swallow. of my dry mouth "Candy"She undid my zipper and reached.