..”“I’ll be in my corner, Dad...”“You have the time?” Dad asked Ben.“Sure.”“And you don’t mind?”“She asks good questions. I ho...pe I’m teaching her something. Way she’s going, she’ll be my boss...”“I doubt that,” Dad told him. “You won’t stay where you are. I’m watching you.” He turned to me. “Okay, punkin,” he says. “You can watch and ask questions until Ben runs you off. Ben, if she gets on your nerves...”I smiled at Dad. He’s still a good dad, even though there’s more to it now.I rolled a. Tracey looked all around him trying to think hard about what he should do. Over the neighbour’s fence he saw a large quilt hanging on the clothes line. In an instant he was over that fence and ripping that quilt down. He then turned on the back yard tap and soaked that quilt in as much water as it could possibly absorb then he flung the whole sodden mass over his head and around his shoulders and went charging back around to his house and in through the front door.As Tracey charged into that. Her rubbing, my sucking and Jon's thrusts all fell into a simultaneous rhythm. The eroticism was almost mind-blowing. I could feel the urgency of Jon's movements and the increased volume of fluid in my mouth. Suddenly, he groaned and nearly choked me with the thrust. It felt as though I was drowning in ejaculate. Fortunately, at his orgasm, his hands fell to his sides and I could pull away. My thoughts whirled. There was still a lurking distaste for what I'd just done but that was overridden by. Grabbing my coffee cup she took a swig then spoke. “Another day or two off isn’t going to kill my business baby. I can make calls from home and from memory we haven’t got anything pressing that needs our personal attention. We’ll have to call in and put a sign in the window or something but aside from that I’m pretty sure that we’re clear. You’ll have to check with Matt though. He may have something on the go.” With that she jumped up from the bed and headed for the door. “Back in a minute. I.