Holy shit I can't mess things up here!! Thoughts of our first night together passed through my brain and I was getting hard. My hand made it's way dow...n to my crotch and grabbed a hold of my dick through my pants and jiggled and squeezed. I imagined Amber doing it and almost shot my load when the doorbell rang. Only 4:00, who is that? I flipped my boner up under my waist band and went to answer the door. When I opened it there was a lady, maybe in her early 30's and a young girl, maybe 10. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was as if his cock was made to go into my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down on his dong as if my mouth were a hand jacking him off.Then he instructed me. “Go down as far as you can and use your tongue on the underside of my cock as you suck.”I did as he asked and occasionally I would gag as I went too deep. He didn’t seem to be bothered by my gaging in fact soon after the first couple of retches he grabbed my ears and began fucking up into my. I opened a nice bottle of wine and took a long hot bath before going to bed and falling asleep.+++++I woke up with my doorbell ringing. I looked at the clock and realized that it was one minute after midnight. Who could possibly be here at this time of the night? I grabbed my robe and tied the belt closed as I walked to the front door.When I opened the door up there was an angel standing before me. Literally an angel. She was dressing in a white gown, she had beautiful fluffy wings, and she had. This kind of stuff first thing in the morning was just too much to handle. He said, “I hate mornings.”“You can’t hate mornings,” his father said.“They have dimples when they smile,” his mother said.“That doesn’t make sense,” Sean said shaking his head. He said, “Mornings are ugly things filled with horrible cheerful people.”“Did you hear him call us horrible?” his mother asked sounding offended.“I heard. At least he tempered it with saying that we were cheerful,” his father said.“That’s true..