She thrust her crotch forward and she then whispered to me, ‘Don’t stop, baby.’ I licked more. I love licking her nipples, it turns me on as muc...h as her. She was letting out little sighs as I sucked and licked. Her hand dropped to my cock. She starting rubbing me, making me moan. I reached a hand down to her knickers and they were soaked. It must have been from the onslaught of pleasure I had given her nipples. I could feel her arousal through her knickers. ‘Touch me. I need you,’ she moaned. I. She was not plump, but carried a bit too much on the waist. She always had a reasonable tan on her face, which she got from a couple of good sunny holidays every year and always kept her light brown (dyed) hair nice, in an old lady perm that is! She had all her own teeth and could hold a reasonable conversation, although she did like to moan on a bit about her grown up family, who didn't visit often enough.I could cope with the moans and groans though, because whenever I saw her, I spent most. On my bed we were soon in a three-way suck daisy-chain, swapping from time to time. Steph then got a condom from my bedside table and using her mouth put it on John. With John on his back she straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock. She sucked on my cock as she slowly bounced and gyrated her hips on him. He plaid with her heavy tits as they giggled and I soon moved behind her and slipped a finger in her butt. I could feel John's cock through the thin wall and Steph was moaning loudly. But I held his arm and stroked his hand and looked fondly into his eyes as if to say: “Who's got a clever daughter, then? I'm so proud of you.”At the end of the show, the designers took a bow and Mr Harris and I went backstage to meet them. Naturally, the first person we spoke to was his daughter.“Daddy,” she cried delightedly, “I'm so glad you could make it. What did you think?”“Very good, darling, very good. But of course I'm biased; perhaps you'd get a truer opinion from my friend.