“John,” he replied. I said: “John, sit down on he other side of my wife.” (We were not married, of course.) Moni tried to edge toward me. I to...ok John’s nearest hand and placed it on her thigh and told him we were both going to feel my wife’s pussy. He followed my lead and each put a finger into her now sopping wet pussy. “Kiss John,” I commanded, and she did, whimpering “no” and trying to keep from being aroused. I said to her loud enough for the men in the bar to hear: “Honey, unzip his pants. She was moaning continuously. Then I pulled her pants down and saw that she had developed a wet spot in the pussy. I pulled her to her ankles using my teeth. I started kissing and licking her toe. I started moving up toward her pussy slowly by kissing each portion of her leg.She continued her moaning meanwhile. As soon as I was about to reach her pussy I stopped and sat up to see her reaction. She couldn’t control it and started begging me to lick her pussy. I smiled and teased by bringing my. At 23 I was 54 and weighed 112 pounds. My breasts were the smallest of any of the woman in my family with 34A cups but my stomach was flat and firm as well as my butt. My pussy was trimmed neatly and I was told by many men that I had a great body. I was not bashful to be nude in front of people and my husband and I had visited several nude beaches and I always found being naked around people fascinating. But, this was my father and my head was filled with strange feelings. I called my husband. And that was it. With a ‘Take care of yourself, Mark,’ McKendrick swiveled his eyes down to a paper on his desk to indicate the interview was over. I took the back stairs down the ten flights to the parking garage rather than walk back through the office under the curious, and malicious, eyes, of all my colleagues. I’d call Lisa to pick up my coat and my attaché case. My God — in an environment like CNHP, four weeks out was close to professional suicide. Not only would I be missing out on.