.. The situation was extremely embarrassing: I feared Marisa; I feared Annalisa; I was completely floored.- Drop on the floor... down! – My ex-wife ...told me, decisive and aggressively, without giving away whether she had recognized me or not – Stay there, on all fours! Hush, and be good. – meanwhile, she was pointing at the floor with her finger.I obeyed; as I was trying to gain some time to understand. I thought back on Annalisa as lover: I couldn't deny she wasn't half bad, but over the five. A broken man hemeekly sipped his now empty drink. His raging hard on twitched ashe looked up at his nearly nude timid wife and the large black teenage tough that was mocking both of them.Jerome turned me around to face him. I kicked the blue skirtaway and stared into his dark eyes. "Take my clothes off Mrs.Jones," he ordered.I carefully removed his shirt over his broad and muscularshoulders. I let my hands run across his massive pectorals and hisrippled stomach. My delicate fingers grasped the. I didn't know what to do and he said it again for me to lick that damn shit OFF his hand! I leaned over, and shaking, licked the little spot of my sperm from his fingers. It tasted kinda funny but it was really slippery too. I nervously swallowed what little there was. Dad stood up and told me to remove my towel and lay back on the bed. I was now completely naked and I thought I was gonna get an ass kicking but when I laid back, dad left the room and came back a couple minutes later and he was. My hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it up and down. My fingers dropped to his buts and gave them a proper fondling. Grasping his cock again, I rolled his foreskin down over his glans. His knob was wet and glistening with his secretions. I jerked his now fully hard cock slowly, up and down, moving his hood with each stroke. “Jeez, that feels so bloody good, mmmmm.”“I like it too,” I chuckled.I stopped stroking him for a moment but held onto his cock while I admired it. His cock had grown.