Carter came back down the stairs wearing his "daddy" outfit as he called it. He was wearing glasses, a vest and he even had a pipe. I started laughing...out loud. "My dear daughter, what is the meaning of this?" He said in a fatherly tone. I tried to not laugh. "I wanted to surprise you daddy." He smiled and ran to my side. "Looks like you forgot to cover up something." He said while he was leaning down and started to suck on my tit. I let go of the blanket and it falls down on my lap and. I just enjoyed the attention and let her continue. I ripped open her blouse. I stared at her for a moment and then kissed her neck sucking hard! She moaned. She smelt heavenly. Her big breasts pressed hard against my chest. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around my waist followed by the other leg. So there I was pressed against the bedroom door with my new French Milf with her legs wrapped around me and I could see in a mirror opposite the full view of her bare ass, stockings and suspender. The day when fast with agonizing moments. We worked together but it was so easy to just touch her arm as we talked or her shoulder as we leaned over the table to plan strategy. I was concerned that we didn’t disrupt the “decorum” of the group by coupling up… but at the end of the day I wanted to hold her. When the call for drinks came from the others as quitting time, I asked, “What about somewhere quiet for a nice supper… don’t think I should serve you egg salad again tonight?” She laughed and. Mentally checking the list in my head, I decided I had everything and headed for home. Right on time, three thirty.Tina was vacuuming the living room when I walked in. He had added the frilly white apron to his outfit and had changed from my Dr. Scholl's sandals to the black high heels he had worn the night before."You look adorable honey." I said."Well I did not want to get my clothes dirty and I thought I should practice in the heels." Are you almost done?" I asked as I watched him bend over.