“Really, you would do that for me!” Trina said with a big smile on her face. “Yes, really.” I said back to her. God what have I gotten myself ...into? I’m about to tell my future step daughter how to give an amazing blow job to her jerk of a boyfriend, and her mother is going to help me do it. This is going to be interesting. If only it was me that was going to receive the pleasure of having her soft lips rapped around my cock, I could feel myself starting to get hard just thinking about it. Yes I. "Yes, Lyle, yes." She reached up toward me with both arms, her eyes fixed on the rigid cock that jutted out at a right angle to my body. "Come give me that big thing. I've wanted that fucker inside me ever since Sheila first described it to me."I wish I could say that this mention of my wife's name made me flinch with guilt, or pause or hesitate or falter in what I was about to do, but it didn't. I felt like my mind had been reduced to the instinct-driven compulsions of a lower animal. I. We arrive at yours and we fix them some drinks, telling them to make themselves at home, as we both walk into the lounge he is sat on the sofa with his head back, eyes closed whilst she is knelt on the floor sucking and wanking him off. She has stripped to just her very sexy underwear and he looks at us asking if we are comfortable with this. We smile and he tells you to come and sit beside him, we put the drinks down and you sit next to him I kneel down next to her she turns to me and starts. Sam and I watched Blake walk away and into the elevator, as he turned, we both clearly saw a huge smile across his face. Not bad, I said to Sam who was also smiling. He was definitely up for it, I said. You lucky bastard, I laughed.I wonder what he wants me to bring, said Sam, you’ll find out soon enough, Josh, I called over a bellboy, could you go to room 135 and collect a parcel for Sam. Josh nodded and disappeared off. Sam was guessing all sorts of things, a precise choice of champagne;.