Most of the time when dad came, it was down my throat to avoid making a mess. But from time to time he would want me to just let him spurt, usually on... the tile floor in the rec room or kitchen. But then he would want me to get a warm wet washcloth and clean the semen and K-Y jelly off of his cock. There was something about him watching me do it that really turned him on. Me too. He wanted me to take my time and carefully hold his cock with one hand and then slowly wipe the cloth all over every. "How are you feeling?" I asked."Okay. I couldn't sleep so I decided to read and relax." Do you have anything particular in mind for tonight?" Not really, I haven't thought about it. Is there something you want to do?" I forgot all about the quarterly dinner at the club tonight. Frank reminded me just now. It's a semi-formal affair."Her eyes lit up, "Do we get to dress up?" The women usually wear evening gowns and the men wear suits or tuxes. We don't have to go. In fact, I only went to one so. Melissa stood in total amazement at how the dogs obeyed. She was busy watching the dogs she didn’t see Mike get up and come into the kitchen. Mike pushed her to her knees and undid his pants. “Open” Melissa opened her mouth. “Say please.” “WOOF!” Mike smiled and started pissing into her mouth. She quickly started gulping it down trying her best not to let it over flow her mouth. She managed only to spill a little, but for her fortune, it stayed on her body. Mike finished and turned towards his. I am not sure if I ever make it but I will try.” There was no light coming from the surface and I could not see anything anymore.“Close your eyes, it is easier for me to show you what I see you when you don’t strain your visual, there aren’t many photons left down here.”I closed my eyes and I somehow felt his thoughts like an invisible hand brushing over my forehead and suddenly I knew there was a rock shark no less than 400 meters away, chasing after a panicked snapper fish. I could feel and.