He loves looking at it when she is not watching him. After admiring her amazing ass, he brings his hand down and slowly begins to massage at the beaut...fully firm skin. It is almost a shame what he is going to be doing to this ass, but even with that thought in mind, he is not backing out. Slap His hand falls down fast and hard against her ass, without warning to her. She cries out, her body tightening up against him. “Oh fuck,” she cries out, wiggling in his arms. Slap He slaps at her ass. ”“I guess not,” John replied, as he pulled up his undershorts and pants.When they walked back into the living room, Eric was sitting on the sofa waiting. He stood as Allison walked over to him and slid her arm around his waist.“Did you two have a good talk?” Eric asked.“We didn’t do much talking, but Allison used her mouth a lot,” John replied.“She’s gotten much better at sucking cock, hasn’t she?” Eric said.“She’s certainly different,” John said, as Allison stood there quietly.“I told you a. 'Come in my man, I am not messing you about. Let me get you a cup of tea. My wife is out with her lady friends for lunch but I would like to take it for a drive if that would be alright' was his reply ushering me into a grand hallway.I followed him into he kitchen where he fussed making tea. I sat at the table watching him. He turned around and I could see his bath robe was not as tightly fastened as it was previously. He placed the tea on the table and pulled out the chair next to mine, as he. She collected our trash and jumped out of the car.As soon as she'd shut the door, my father said, "Everything the truth?" Have I ever lied to you?"He turned around just as Jessica was getting back in."Once. I think you were seven. Do you remember the frog?" Dad, I was seven." I haven't heard that one," Jessica said with interest.So on the trip back, my father proceeded to tell Jessica about the time I put a frog down Marcia McClellan's blouse. Jessica was having a good time laughing.That was.