After taking a hot shower I laid on the bed hoping that Mr. Miller would soon be gone, and daddy and I could get back to some prime time fucking. I ha... come back into the living room where daddy and Mr. Miller had been drinking beer and talking. I noticed the way they both looked at me as I passed through to go to the kitchen. After grabbing a soda I walked back into the living room when daddy asks me to come join him and Mr. Miller on the couch. I sat between daddy and his old army buddy; of. ’ Melissa followed his somewhat confusing instructions, not fully understanding what he intended although it became apparent soon enough. She’d inched the bottom of his jacket up enough so it didn’t touch the now-throbbing red splotch on her leg. When he spread the salve onto the area to apply, he effectively coated her burned thigh and his burned hand at the same time: two birds, one stone. The salve stung a bit, but Melissa thought his hand on her leg well worth any pain, also the fact she. Her pink, moist tongue curled out from behind her lips and ran up and down the underside of his awakening sex. She swirled and licked that flicking oral digit over the arrowhead shape of his glans, setting his stiffening stalk of manmeat to twitching.Then she ducked down, her tongue delightfully toying with the hairy sac of his balls. The man above barely managed to moan a goodbye, and after three attempts finally settled the receiver into its cradle."I don't know whether I should tell you how. ' She laughed again and said, 'I'm not that powerful.' I said, 'You will be when you put your hand on his leg and run it up his thigh.' I told her that if he didn't want her to do it he would move her hand or just get up to leave. But if he let her keep her hand on his thigh and allowed her to move it up then he would be putty in her hands. I told her to go back to the table and if he pressed his knee against hers again to do it. I said that I would go on to the bathroom and I would be looking.