As she's rubbingDad's dick through his pants, she slips her little straps off her shoulderand pulls down that clingy little red dress to show off her ...perky tits. Nicetits. Really nice. She shakes her tits at him and gets down on one knee asshe slides that zipper down and snakes that cock out. It's already hard. Ican hardly believe I'm continuing to watch this. It's a nice long, thick oneand this slut is sucking it into her mouth, eager as can be. She's slurpingand smacking and humming on his. I would think that you wouldn't mind that I or any man would be looking at your pretty legs because if you did you wouldn't be wearing a dress with that high of a slit."His response caused her to blush a little and she said, "You are right as I am learning you so often are. It in some way excites me when I know men are looking at me. You can look all you want."Ed wondered if this was a tacit admission on her part that she knowingly flaunted her physical beauty. She was telling him more and more. Focusing her attention back to John, he was telling her something about work. Suddenly a weird feeling came over Antonella. She thought of those dreams she had when she was younger: To get married, have a family, buy a house in the suburbs. Not the life of sex for sale she was involved in now, no matter how much she loved it. So when he asked her out on an actual date, to her surprise, she agreed. Soon, they were going out on several romantic dates and getting serious. It was hard for Antonella. The anti-depressants he’s on Gillis is sure he cannot relinquish and he is fond of the way they make him feel sexless and abstracted. So it goes. Half asleep the dialogue fills in the gaps for him. Voices carry.“I need an extra hand.”“Extra mouth.”“C’mon see if you can deep throat Spunky…’“Don’t worry love I won’t come in your mouth….”“She’d need her stomach pumping….”“I can still see three inches…”“You gotta see the tears….” “If your eyes are watering you are doing it right.”“Real tears then.