Climbing with the roar

I'm dating a beautiful kitten, she is 18 years old, with an amazing body, tight and tough little breasts, thick legs and a crazy butt. Whenever we are together I notice the looks on her eyes. Her parents are very nice people, especially dad. He is 36 years old engineer who loves to do makeup and play football. Maybe that's why he has boyish physique. Patricia says whenever they are together everyone thinks you guys are lovers. His hand is 35 years old and also gorgeous. Tall, well-defined body type woman will stop traffic too much. She is always very nice to me. But Patricia's father, her Marcos, since we met each other shortly after I started dating his daughter he began accompanying me every Saturday for a striptease in the club that made us closer and closer at first it was strange as a guy 12 years older than me enjoyed my company but I did not worry about this because he was a really cool guy and we were talking all the time anyway we got along well Besides that, he was a kind of life model for me: successful guy, good professional, handsome man with an enviable physique and very youthful appearance. I once told him how much I admired his manners and wanted to be like him when he grew up. Then he thought about the fact that he wasn't so old; he just got married too young but it didn't stop him from living his life. In this conversation we walked into the locker room and he invited me over for coconut water in the cafeteria where we talked about many things. He took the opportunity to probe me, I thought he was wondering if his daughter and I were climbing together but he was very discreet and so am I. To my surprise, he reacted well to the news that his little girl is no longer a virgin and that I'm not first in her life. Quite on the contrary, he said it made him happy even more knowing she knew how to choose her boyfriends properly. Said this by placing his hand on my leg underneath the table just at the top of the thigh and giving a light squeeze. That touch gave me a certain intimacy between us, but I didn't find anything else after all for months we were getting closer it was natural that he felt so at ease with me. But the fact is that I noticed in his eyes a special glow and what made me more confused still was what I felt from his touch when he took off his hand this about five seconds later i wanted him to keep his hand there or even embrace me and my reaction was to hold his shoulder like that half man-to-man and pushing him saying "let's go take a shower otherwise we will be without lunch". When we got to the dressing room, almost everyone had left. Only two guys were still there but they were already dressed and just straightening their hair in front of the mirror. We went straight into the bathroom. The clothes didn't have partitions, only a battery of showers next to each other so that we could shower side by side without any problems. But on this day I realized that his Mark was different. I even found him younger, more playful. Suddenly he looked at me and then I noticed how beautiful his green eyes were. I had never noticed that before and it came out naturally: <unk>Nossa! Your eyes are very beautiful, the woman must be crazy!<unk> Then he said that women and men too. We laughed and realized we were alone in our clothes. So without further ado he turned around and said:"And you have a phenomenal stick, my daughter should suffer in your hand".I was kind of embarrassed because his dick was much bigger than mine, so I asked him: "If mine is phenomenable then what's yours?" When I saw it, my stomach felt cold and weird but I kept looking at that stick. It wasn't very hard; the foreskin covered half of his glans, was already almost horizontal and thicker as well, only then did I notice that this guy's dick is really a nice cock, must be about 20 centimeters long when he finally gets tough. His mark also looked at him with a slight smile on his face, until he broke the silence: "Yes, my daughter must be all overwhelmed by this role, your son!""Imagine Mrs. Leticia", I said. We fell into laughter and finished bathing both of us there, still using our sticks hardly, we went to dry ourselves together. We didn't say anything more. We left together as usual. Your Mark would leave me home every Saturday after the game. Only that Saturday we made the trip silent. When he stopped at my gate, his Marcos again put his hand on my thigh, only now much higher up, almost hitting my cock inexplicably still hard and invited me to spend the Sunday afternoon with him because Patricia and her mother were going for a pancake tea from a family friend and he wanted to take advantage of it by installing a ceiling fan. I said that's all right. The next day at our appointed time there was me playing an intercom. As I entered, his Marco opened the door of the living room to me just wearing underwear. He asked if I would like to wear some shorts so as not to dirty my bermuda. I accepted and we went to his room for it. He picked up the piece and threw it at me and told me to throw it away. Immediately, I lowered my bermuda and when he was wearing shorts Marcos passed by me and put his hand on my roll and asked if she wasn't hard as yesterday. I got a bit nervous but decided to face naturally, and we were putting this fan. Only that your Mark asked me to hold the ladder and he climbed so that my face stood at the level of his dick and I could see that the creature was getting shot. So I decided to play with him in the same way he played with me a few minutes before, passed my hand and said: "Oh this is just as hard here, heim, it's worse than yesterday!" Then he naturally threw his cock out and I stared at everything without knowing what to do but well that was enjoying. It was an odd scene at least there holding up the ladder and my father-in-law climbed with his stick right in front of my face. He said no, that I could pull it all right. Driven by an uncontrollable urge, I held this stick gently and pulled the foreskin out making my little melody head pop a bit stronger. The smell of my father-in-law's rod got louder. He came down from the stairs and grabbed my cane, threw it off his shorts and started punching him. Then he called me into the room, pushed me to bed, lay down and began sucking on the biggest one. Almost automatically, I also stuck up his wand and we both stayed there for quite some time. Suddenly I felt that his Mark began to pass the tongue through my bag, groin and went down into my gullet, passing the language around my ring and then started sticking it in my ass, which blinked like crazy while I sucked him moaning with so much desire. I put another one in and got my three fingers up his ass, sucking on his dick and he's moaning like a madman licking my arse. Then he decided to do the same thing with me and started sticking his finger into mine and start sucking my cock again. By that time we were completely surrendered and began giving each other signs of enjoyment. Soon afterwards, we shook hands together and made fun of each other's mouths. It was so many fucking jets that my mouth became all melada and its frames too. And then we kissed on our lips with fucking face-melody. We rested for a while and then he warned me that we would have to pack up and install the fan, otherwise our wives might come in and suspect something was wrong. I said I wanted to eat his delicious pork but he said no on this day. He told me to be calm that he'd sort it out during the week of us going somewhere where you could climb at will.