Either it was too soft a touch, or, not soft enough, either way, it was kind of tickling. She reached around the back of his head and pulled his face ...into her hard. His suckling, instead of tip tickling, was satisfying in a warmer, deeper way. Once she had him at the right pressure, sure to bring her off, she returned to gulping his dick as much as she could. Time passed without measure. It might have been an hour or only a few minutes, but it came to a point that, if they remained in this. Everyone was seated and food and wine and conversation flowed and flowed. Toasts to the great meal and the great friend and new friends flowed and flowed.During a lull, Jill asked, “So how did you all meet?”Seemed simple enough.Derek spoke first. “I met John in college. We played on the basketball team together. We were the only two incoming freshmen, so we roomed together.”John added, “Derek was the star, I barely got to play. But we hit it off from day one.”Derek added, “John may not have. "Yes," agreed Lynette, "I'd love to read them as well." I'm not even sure where they are. I kept them in an old journal." I'd really like to read them, Marissa," stated the teen, catching and holding the lovely host's eye for a long moment."Oh, all right. They might be in my reading desk. I'll look right after I show you that something I promised." Yes, I must admit you've got our curiosity up."Finishing the meal and their conversation, the three adjourned to Marissa's reading room, a small. “As soon as my father leaves, head for the lake. I’ll follow you a while after and make sure no one has seen us.” Before he could reply she ran back out of the Workshop, hoping her father wasn’t looking for her. He was pretty much ready to go, and when he called for his daughter she went to him. He gave her his usual speech about staying out of trouble and making sure she’s asleep when Santa comes with her presents. Nicole giggled and told her Dad that she was too old for all that stuff before.