"I mean, take me and Anne," Bill continued. "We have both had affairs, and always return to each other." His hand on her back was definitely moving down, approaching her arse. "You see, affairs, purely physical, just add variety. You need to be honest to your body, and listen to its needs." Bill's hand caressed Katy's left cheek, and pulled it closer towards his hips. Katy looked up into Bill's eyes, and before she knew it they were kissing. She opened her mouth a little, and felt Bill's tongue invade, sharing sweet saliva. Now her hands reached around Bill, and found a gap at the back of his belt. She put her hands in, felt his naked buttocks, and pulled them so there was no space between their bodies. Their kiss continued, wetter and more intense than before. Katy was on fire. It was the forbidenness of this act, the physicality of a pre-coital kiss with her lover's father. Without breaking the kiss she stepped a little back, and reached her hands round Bill's front, brushing against his fully engorged penis. Katy undid the belt, unbuttoned the trousers, and wrapped one hand around his urgent cock. She pushed her hand down the length and let go, then cupped his balls. Bill broke away from Katy's mouth, put his head to the ceiling and gave a howl of victory.
"Katy, you are mine," Bill gasped, as Katy's hand returned to his shaft, caressing it slowly. "Now let's get you out of those clothes?" |