He lay me down on the couch and got on top, our lips and tongues not parting for a second. This was turning me on again. My dick had only been soft a ...econd before it was back to bone rigid attention. And he felt it as his also grew too. He lifted up a little and started jacking them together as he continued making out with me. I then lay him down and got on top of him making out with him. We were able to change these positions with our lips together the whole time! That takes skill and. We rode up to the house and were greeted with cries of welcome. Josh and I waited while the people on the roofs came down through the house and barn. There was a glorious few minutes of handshakes and back slapping by the males and hugs by the females. It turned out that Tom and Mary Jefferson and their daughter Helen had been on the roof of the house and their two sons, Jack and John, and occupied the barn.We were invited inside for coffee, but I commanded the dogs to be on watch outside. That. “Perhaps you could wear one of your mom’s dresses for a while.”“No Dad, I am not going to wear one of mom’s dresses. I am your daughter, not your wife.”He nodded. “Okay Hon”He reached inside his sweatpants and began fiddling with himself.“You might as well push your sweats down dad; you can't get a panty in there.”Yes, we were a few years passed any embarrassment of his nudity in front of me.He pushed his sweatpants down to his knees, and I could see that his penis was flaccid.He seemed more. Pierre stepped to the side to order a beer and as he did I noticed that this was not some ordinary concierge. I believe his nickname must have been Bull. His cock reminded me of Johnny "The Wadd" Holmes of 70s porn fame. It was a big fat uncut 12 inches of man-meat with two huge balls. I had the feeling before the night was over I was going to be worshipping that bull cock.He asked me if I had been to the basement yet and I said no. we finished our beers and he said to follow him so I did. As.