He did coach me through it and watched me while I did it though. But I don't think he trusted himself to touch me. Life went on and I was still wearin...g what I should, getting home when I should & cooking & cleaning for dad & his drunken friends. Dads friends started acting different around me ever since the spanking. They all new I didn't wear underwear, so they'd drop things for me to pick up when dad wasn't looking & the braver ones would cop a quick feel.One night, dad asked one of his. .. my love ... my darling...” over and over.The place was complete pandemonium. Aunt Milly was running around screaming for smelling salts for Mom. Uncle Milt was holding Mom in his arms and calling, “Helen, Helen are you alright. Somebody get some water.”Jack was standing there laughing, but tears were running down his face. The kids weren’t exactly sure what was going on. Their dead uncle ... wasn’t, I guess.Steven was holding Sharon as she looked like she was going to collapse. Sharon’s. On this night she had on a very attractive skirt, white blouse, and matching jacket. She has shoulder length brown hair, nicely tanned and full 34 breasts. Unfortunately she is very straight laced and conservative. Before I met her I engaged in a lot of threesomes, foursomes and numerous adventures with my ex wife and girlfriends. Thought I had outgrown that, but hey, maybe you never do.A guy at the bar invited us to private party where he said there was a large pool table and a lot of dancing.. As I lift my shirt above my head, she yanks at my jeans, and manages to hastily pull them down, boxers and all, revealing my full eight inches, already hard. She can see the veins along the shaft throbbing quickly, in time with my heartbeat, and the head swelling to a unique crimson red, while the first samples of precum threaten to seep from the tip. Before giving me time to wonder, she leans forward and plants the gentlest of little kisses at the very top of the shaft, along the underside of.