But they were the least of my problems. Chris had just gotten done telling me how he and his wife Helen met. She'd been his baby sitter growing up and... he'd fallen in love with her though she was ten years older than he was.He'd fallen in love with her when he was 6 and she was sixteen and never fell out of it. She'd gotten married and her husband was killed in the army or something. Chris had nursed her out of her depression and gotten her to start living again. A few years later he asked her. He was making small sandwiches or spreading a jelly or honey on a piece of bread and feeding me with one hand and with the other hand he was now jerking me off. He was also caressing my body too. It was a strange feeling, as he was treating me like a mother and he seemed like he enjoyed this a lot. As I could see he had a huge boner too. After a while I felt full and kindly said thanks to his final attempt to fill me up with more food. “Are you full babe?”, he asked. I nodded. “So it’s time to. But when he opened the sixth picture it showed his dad lying back on a bed, nude, smiling and sporting a huge hard on. Picture seven had a picture of his cock with cum oozing out the pee hole. The rest of the pictures were mostly the same, shots of his dad in various states of sexual arousal. He looked back at the pictures again paying particular attention to his father's cock. He judged it to be about 8" long and about 2-3" around. Well one thing I have over you dad, is a bigger dick, and he. I got down on my knees, straddling his face crouched until my pussydirectly above his face."Lick me. Make me cum."He was reluctant at first but soon improved his efforts when I startedto discuss how often, or not, he might be allowed to take off his newchastity device - it would very much depend on how good a boy, or girl,he was.It turned out he did have some talent when it came to licking my pussyand brought me to a shuddering climax."Good girl," I teased."Your oral skills will come in handy.