I started to speak and as if reading my mind again he said ‘I know what you want to say, but it is in the past where it should stay.’ I was gratef...l for his understanding. I knew the time had come for us to part, unlike our first time we had run out of words and all that we were left with were the memories of a past, and I realized now that that is where they should stay….in the past. He paid the check, despite my protest of wanting to pay, I left the tip instead. We walked to the corner so he. I must have been miles away, as I did not hear my bedroom door open and my Dad walk in, I have no idea how long he stood there watching me, but as I looked up a little startled at 1 st I could see he too was wanking his lovely cock as he watched. “Mmm good morning son, trust you slept well” “Yes thank you dad” I replied not even stopping from stroking my cock, I felt so at ease doing this in front of him now. “Dad, about. My tongue traced the outer edge of her aureole, slowly working around in smaller circles until her ridged nipple was between my lips. She moaned softly as my left hand caressed the tit I wasn't licking.Her hands were fumbling with my belt, so I undid it. She had no problem with the snap and zipper, and soon my throbbing cock was in her hands. She gripped my shaft with one hand, cupped and caressed my balls with her other. Then she pushed me away and quickly encased my cock in her mouth and. "Sorry, madam," he apologised, and proceeded to slide her foot into theboot. "Madam? Oh I like that!" she said, laughing softly, and with her foot snuginside she planted the boot firmly on the stool between his thighs. "The buckles?" sheasked. "Please?" Beginning with the lowest, working his way up, Steve started to fasten eachbuckle. With her leg bent, her knee raised, he could see further beneath hercoat, see where the stockings ended, the pale white flesh of her upper thighs,the bare.