His faced turned pink, I smiled and continued the descent of his briefs. His dick seemed to peer up at me with mild interest. He had a light dusting... of pube above his penis and on his balls, with a thin trail leading up to his sculpted stomach. I was stunned, and could do nothing but stare at it for what felt like minutes. "Hey, you've got a cock to suck," he said forcefully, breaking me out of my gaze. He grabbed my hair and thrusted my mouth down onto his cock. So much for starting slow.. Wippy had rolled onto her back while she slept and now had her face turned towards him on the pillow. Staring at her face, he recognized something that he had not seen before. Down the cheekbone from the outer edges of her eye, she had tear drop tattoos in white ink, three to a side. Invisible in most situations, in the bright morning sun they made it appear that she had been crying and so the tear stains were still visible. Intrigued, he began to examine her other tattoos, moving her gently. The music and theme were amazing. We started dancing together. I’m not a very good dancer, but I tried my best. She, on the other hand, was killing it. By 11 pm the drinks were flowing freely. She was getting high but I don’t drink, so I was in control. I started getting more touchy while dancing. She responded well by doing the same. I was exploring her back and waist and her hands were on the back of my head. The music was slow. An EDM remix of Ed Sheeran’s Perfect started playing. There. As I drove back, my wife sat in the back, and just watched as I chatted to her daughter. At home we ushered her into the bedroom, and as my wife stood by the door, her daughter ran and jumped into my arms, her lips seeking mine. "Suze", I cried, "it’s so good that you are here with us!" I remembered the shock with which I had realised that Suze just had to be my daughter, and how we had sat in my house and took in the enormity of this and what we had done since our first meeting. I had so.