It was written for someone in particular.” “Mine too, I wonder who’s the lucky woman that you wrote it for?” she inquired as she held her stra...w, giving him an enticing gesture. He chuckled and then blushed, “Um… no one yet, in particular. The poem was based on a dream I had.” “Then you really have wonderful dreams.” as she sipped her iced tea to the bottom of the cup, making a soft airy sound with the straw. “So do you own his place?” “I partly own it with my brother.” “Cool. So tell me about. . .” he paused. “We know about the donation, the one you made to save daddy Ron.” He waited to see if I would react. I didn’t. I just stared coldly at him. Well, I was quite frankly, speechless. Aunt Delia had double crossed me! I couldn’t believe it! “Yes, dad,” said Jenna. “And, daddy, I love you for doing it. I mean even more than I did before and I had plenty to love you for before.” “Aunt Delia?” I said. My meaning was clear. Jenna looked away. James on the other hand decided that a good. Then he would pull back a little and shove his balls for me to lick and suck and enjoy too. He was doing every move that I was wishing for and he was moaning, growling and sighing; even using some foul language to flare up my desire and want to service his cock. He knew all a man had to know about edging and slowing down to bring down the surging impulses. He knew how to fuck a mouth and he knew how to be a team for the blowjob in progress. I was so much vested, enjoying the fulfillment of my. I couldn’t believe how she had the hair mostly shaved off with a little strip of it, maybe an inch wide, coming down to her slit and stopping there. By now, I usually had a huge boner and would be playing with myself.Then she would walk over to the bath tub where I could just see her from her head to her feet. I loved the view of her from behind walking over to the tub. She would climb in and bathe herself pretty much the same way every night I watched, but I now had a pretty good shot of her.