It was my turn to give her pleasure. I grabbed her and took her to the bedroom. I threw her on the bed and climbed over her. I started licking and kis...sing her madly on the face and the neck. She had her eyes closed and she was letting very slight moans, Now, it was time for the boob suck.I put my mouth on her left boob above the cum soaked bra and put my hand on the right. They were so big that my hand was not able to hold it all. I removed the bra and pressed, squeezed, sucked, bit her melons. For the last two weeks, she’d seen Dad cope. Today was his first trip to his company. He’d met with Mr. Deer a couple of times over coffee at Starbucks and each time he’d returned lost in thought.At first, she’d worried he’d slipped back into his remote, serious self. But his smile of pleasure at seeing her was open and honest, and it warmed her every time. This dad was so different. She felt guilty that she liked this dad so much more. He spent time with her, talked, joked, and yesterday. But I do feel like a fucking debutante in this sparkling gown and impeccable make-up. At least your father didn't dress you tacky in a prom tuxedo. That suit, your tie, even your shoes, you'd put James Bond to shame. It's ... elegant."Phil shrugged. "It's me. I love dressing well."After a wry shake of the head and a long pause, she asked, "What doesn't your father know or like about you?"Phil chuckled. "I've been acting the loner all summer. Aside from frequent visits to the golf club and gym. "Brian is so sensitive, and his personality wants to please so much, that he was like sponge, Carl. He inhaled the information I was sharing, and we went from dry, clinical terms, to talking about how to find the clitoris, and "G" spot. I told him things I wouldn't have been able to tell Bruce. I told him things I've only ever told you."Because of the subject, he spent hours with a painful looking erection, and I tortured him by intentionally using sexy words and phrases. I am convinced that.