You soap his strong back, running your hands across it and moving down to his small tight ass asscheeks. You run your hands over them cupping them and... slide a soapy hand down his crack and soap up his balls as he spreads his legs wider. You move your hand back up his ass and begin fingering his asshole. He groans and says, yes I like that. You lather up your hand and begin sliding your finger in his ass, your other hand on his back. You get two fingers in and then a third as he is moaning and. I growl my need. But, you continue your exploration, laughing wickedly. Suddenly, you lift me up to the bathroom counter, sitting me there. You have me half in and half out of the sink that has me tilted at a precarious angle, but when I try to move you won’t let me. Moving your hands up my legs, you work your hands under my dress sliding it out of your way. When you reach the tops of my thighs and find out the underwear is missing, you grin and say, ‘Smart girl.’ Dropping to your knees in. There’s Mom sitting there in her Levi’s and our high school sweatshirt with Aunt Carol, dressed the same way, just watching. She always cheers herself hoarse, but then, after the game...” His voice tailed off.“What happens after the game?” Kris asked.“We’ll get something to eat, and then it starts...”“What starts?” Kris insisted.“They dissect the game. Every stinking play! ‘Tony, when you had third and two from their 32, you had Homer all alone on the right sideline. Why didn’t you throw to. Yes, I thought to myself, I can't wait to suck that daddy dick again. I got out of bed and straight on to my knees, I knew the drill."Not tonight, boy" he said. I just knelt there, confused. "I've got something different in mind tonight. Daddy didn't get lucky on his date so you're gonna make it up to me". He walked into the room and I could see he was totally naked. Even though I'd been sucking his dick for a few weeks he was never naked, he'd just usually pull it out of his jeans for me. His.