He went down in pretext of going to washroom and observed the people around us. By the time he came, I removed the bra which was hanging around me and... I changed in to a medium sized skirt which I carried in my hand bag secretly. Even my brother did not know it and was surprised to see me in skirt. It was around 12:45 in the night and everyone is sleeping. He sat to a corner and pulled me to him holding my shoulders. He raised one leg half way and the other was lying to the corner making me more. The conversation came around to the house that Anne had located on the internet. A slightly tipsy Anne pulled Stan to his feet and insisted that they all go and look at it again to make sure it hadn't been sold. Denise, with a Cheshire-cat smile, came with Anne and helped her to pull Stan up the stairs. The listing was still there; none of the details had changed. For a moment Stan was afraid that Anne would pick up the phone and try to put in an offer then and there, but, thankfully, her. After what seemed like eternity, dad stretched his tongue out as far as it would reach, and ever so slowly speared her cunt. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!!," she couldn't talk, only gasp. He'd yet to put a finger on her pussy, yet to touch her clit, and juice was streaming from her hole. So much he could barely lick it all up. Both thighs twitched and convulsed. Dad began to spear her hole with more enthusiasm. Each time his tongue probed her depths, he'd curl the tip of it, massaging her 'G' spot.. They stood three feet apart looking at each other. Diane Phillips’ ensemble showed the influence of her talk to Vicki. She had on a black skirt, a white high-necked blouse, and black heels. Her hair was swept up atop her head and her makeup was light and flattering.“You look very pretty, Ms. Phillips,” Jake said.She smiled nervously, “Thank you Jacob, Victoria said you liked a woman to look feminine. I had almost forgotten how much I actually like dressing like this.”She did a full turn to show.