Not that many of them ever did.
*****
It might sound peculiar, but I had opportunity to think while Daddy went down on me. He didn’t hurry me in any way and, having already had my share of big cums, I was in easy-going mode. There was no urgency from either of us. And, being female, I could of course multitask.
The situation with Mother was bugging me. She was still in the family home but with a different family. And, no doubt, Daddy was still paying the mortgage. Even worse, there was no sign of that ridiculous situation changing anytime soon. Lawyers and courts didn’t exactly race to final decisions, did they?
The way I saw it Mother had come out smelling of roses as usual. Okay, Daddy’s solicitor should soon be rattling her cage and (with any luck) Doreen would soon be turning up at work with shiny eyes and just-fucked hair . . .
But would Mother take such events as setbacks? Maybe she wanted Daddy to fund the divorce. Maybe she wouldn’t care if Daddy screwed away from home. Hell, maybe her plans accounted for or even required him to react like that. Maybe there was more up her sleeve than we thought.
I decided there and then that a third trip north was required. Phone calls were all well and good but a presence on the ground was needed. So I would make the trip again the coming weekend. I could just about afford it and by then Daddy’s solicitor should have at least sent Mother a letter. If needs be I’d find an excuse to meet with her and see if I could tell how she was taking it.
Suss out her baser intentions . . .
By then Daddy should have fucked Doreen at least once; I’d try to find out how Mother was taking that too. In fact I might even get the honour of breaking the news to her.
Hiya Mother Dearest, guess which of your workmates has been riding Daddy’s big dick . . .
I wanted to check out this Lionel character as well. From the little I’d seen of him he was in his early thirties. How could he be father to an eighteen year-old?
That got me thinking about Amy. I could still hear her saying, “Promises, promises.” I could still picture her ass, come to that. Maybe next weekend I’d bring that harness with me. Jude wouldn’t need it with me off on my travels.
Oh my God, I was thinking about shagging Amy!
And oh my God again . . . suddenly I was going to cum!!
Somehow I managed to stave it off. Daddy noticed, however. He was always alert and attentive when it came to eating pussy. Abandoning my clit, removing two fingers from deep inside me, he circled the mouth of my vagina with the tip of his tongue.
The feeling was heavenly.
Putting my worries and intentions of hold, I lay back and appreciated the merrymaking.
And yes, he was making me very, very merry.
‘Oh yes Daddy,’ I purred, ‘you know exactly what I like.’