I'm sure I was red in the face as I raised my nightgown, exposing my pussy to my father, then higher and higher until the garment was over my head and...laying on the kitchen floor. My father had his first look at my growing breasts. They were a thirty five B cup then. He took his time looking at my boobs, a smug smile on his face. That's when I realized that my pussy was damp. The spankings didn't excite me but standing in front of my father fully exposed, the stimulation and excitement of being. He switched back and forth several times, and my heart leapt in my chest every time he deigned to fuck my mouth. The last time he plunged back into her he began grunting. I saw his balls pulled up tight and knew he was close. I’d seen enough guys fuck Tammy to recognize the sign. I sucked her lips, tasting her cum, feeling his cock push inside her. I tried to push my tongue inside next to his cock but I couldn’t squeeze in more than the tip. I held it there, pushing, mouth open as he edged. " That's a fine idea." Lizbeth said relieved. It seemed to me it was just what she had been hoping I would say."We have to convince him that the affair is just a temporary thing and Betsy and his marriage is permanent." I hope you can do it." It won't be easy. Hell, I never thought there would be any trouble between Art and Betsy." I said."Yeah, me neither." Until a month ago, I'd have said they were the only really happy marriage I knew about —outside of ours—of course." Yeah me too" But her. " I thanked her and was very relieved that Mrs. Wilson wasn't mad at me anymore.I took a quick shower dressed in a different tee shirt than I had worn last time with her. I just got there in time for the right bus. The driver dropped me off the bus drop-off point. I thanked her and went walking down the street to 312 Elm Street... Mrs. Martin's house. I went out into her back yard, found the back door and walked into the house. I called out, "Mrs. Martin! I'm here!" I was excited.