We would have made sure it was special for you.”“Thanks, mom,” Stephanie said. “I just wish dad was here to do it. I miss him so much.”“...I know honey. I do too every single day. It’s interesting that you just said that dad was the man who would ever love you the most. You’re absolutely right about that. Brian said the exact same thing about me last night. He said that I was the one woman who would always love him the most. You know Steph, you dad has left us, but he left us with a very. What was going on here? Freaky."Do you want to sit down?" she asked."Uh ... I'm okay," I replied. The only place to sit was on her bed.She continued to look at me in that weird adoring way. Was I supposed to do something?"Ummm..." I said. What was she waiting for?"So you want me on my knees before you?" she asked."What?" You said you didn't want to sit down."I didn't want Tara kneeling before me like she was worshipping me! Was there a hidden camera?"Uh ... I'll sit," I said.Tara smiled with. Jean’s knees folded slowly, all the while, she kept her gaze into his eyes, her hand found the opening of his boxers, found his cock sheathed inside and pulled it out. She had knelt sufficiently enough now, that her face was below his cock, but her stare still held him in thrall. Slowly, as if with infinite care, she opened her mouth and took his head between her lips. His semi-harness was no problem to her; she sucked his length to the back of her mouth, working her tongue on the nerve centre. Well, it suddenly made me very hot when my vision was Rodrigo’s cock. I imagined kneeling in front of him, unzipping these trousers and holding his glorious cock in my hands. I imagined kissing it, licking it, feeling it throb in my hands. My pussy! What was happening to me? My pussy was throbbing; I felt a wet patch forming in the crotch of my panties as Rodrigo looked down at me. My nipples; they were hardening, forming little nubs, clearly visible through my dress. Eventually I nodded, and.