Now here is the rub. In the moments of passion and moaning and her talking very dirty to me, pulling at my hair to get me to lick her soaking wet puss...y harder she called me DAD!! Now did I hear this correct or was it just my hearing being obscured between her thighs.Anyway, a bit spurred on by the mishearing I got on with the job in hand and slipped my cock right inside her soaking wet pussy. There was no argument about condoms or the pill, she was just so happy to be mounted, as was I to be. Then her right hand was gliding down to cup and stroke his cloth-encased erection, while at the same time she put her mouth to his ear and let her hard, wet, pink little tongue dart teasingly inside.Tony moaned softly, trying half-heartedly to twist away from her, but she held tightly to his cock and his balls, stroking them, flicking her tongue into his ear until he was quivering with excitement, his eyes staring through the window. Then she was murmuring into his ear. "Look at them, honey,. I started grunting, in unison to her own moans and groans. She started to collapse over the washbasin and I could feel her fluids soak my cock and balls. I had forgotten that this position was one of her deep favourites, the position in which my spongy cock head brushes past her g-spot, making her juices flood out of her and onto the floor. It used to be my favourite too, the one where I would make her come and then, as she lets go, sink to my knees and catch her juices as they flowed out of. Meanwhile I had changed to a yellow shirt and blue shorts which came little above my thunder thighs. I opened the door and saw him standing in blue sleeveless jersey and blue denim shorts. I welcomed him in and told him to sit while I went to prepare tea for us.Am good in cooking and I gave him a cup of tea. We chatted as if nothing happened on all sundry things and after we finished our tea, I went in to clear the cups. I was washing in the sink, with my body bent and suddenly felt someone.