I licked my lips and swallowed again for him. “Damn,” he said between shallow breaths, “that was amazing.” He grabbed his cock and slapped it ...gainst my left cheek. I reached up to wipe the cum off my face, but he grabbed me hand. He looked down at my wedding ring and quipped, “Wife know you’re a faggot?” I felt my cock twitch upon hearing that question. “Not unless you tell,” I deflected. The older trucker laughed, pulled up his jean and tucked his massive piece of spent meat in them. He. ” “What do you see? What do you want to do?” “I’m keeling in front of him and he’s naked. I can see his cock. It’s hard, sticking out right in front of me.” “You want to kiss it, don’t you?” “Yes.” “You want to take it between your lips, to taste it and feel the hardness on your tongue.” “Yes. Oh, God! He’s so hard!” “And it feels good when you press your lips against it?” “Mmm. Yes.” “Open your mouth and let your tongue lick it.” “Okay.” “You like it, don’t you?” “Yes.” “And you want to take. When I was on my knees I could feel her leg om my arse. It felt so erotic, the way she was using her toes to rub my ass crack. Aaah it was an amazing feeling. She then licked my arse cheeks leaving my buttocks wet with her saliva. She told me that we would be playing a new game . “ What game is it Ma’am ?”I asked her. She asked me to wait and ran to her room. She came back with a fat pen. I knew what she was going to do ,so I waited.She got onto her knees and spread my arse cheek . She spat on. Then she had to demonstrate how to question him, using the bean bags. kissing her father on the forehead, she told him she loved him and literally ran from the kitchen, to find Bobby already in the car, with the engine running.Since Bobby was driving, she had time to think, and that was when she realized that her father had seen Bobby in the house, early in the morning, coming from the direction of her room. She moaned and covered her eyes with her hand.“What’s wrong?” he asked. She told him..