"Can you pass me the salt hon?" Gina asks me politely from across the table. She was looking as beautiful as ever in a cute baby blue top and tight blue jeans.
I hand her the salt and return to getting interrogated by her father, Jim. He was just pushing 40, quite tall and fit but unintimidating, save for his voice. Jim was nice, but a little overprotective, asking me everything from where I worked to how long I'd been dating his daughter.
Her mother Marie, an excellent cook and a very attractive woman with long blonde hair and a slender figure, tried saving me by offering me more potatoes several times and giving her husband harsh glances, but failed. Gina offered her support by tenderly rubbing my legs under the table with her feet, and answered some of his questions herself so I could eat.
"So, have you asked her to marry you yet?" he asks sternly.
Red wine from Marie's mouth sprays the white tablecloth as Gina angrily yells "Dad!" and slaps his arm. I try my best not to laugh.
"Jim! What is wrong with you?" Marie scowls. She turns to me. "I'm so sorry sweetie. Can you excuse us please?" I nod and she hastily drags him into the living room.
"I'm sorry honey, I didn't know he was going to be such a dick. I've never brought a boyfriend to meet my parents before," she apologizes and takes my hand.
"Don't worry about it. He means well," I reply and give her a reassuring smile.
A moment later Marie walks back into the room, Jim plodding behind looking slightly embarrassed. "Well, who wants dessert?" she exclaims happily.
I help Marie with the dishes and leave Gina alone with her father, no doubt giving him hell. I complement her cooking in between her apologies and help dish out the homemade rhubarb pie.
Her mother carries the conversation this time, kindly asking me about my family and offering funny stories of Gina's childhood, while Jim sits and listens in silence.
After cleaning up and listening to more interesting stories, Gina thanks her mom for the meal and tells her that we should get going.
"Well, thank you for coming! I hope you enjoyed dinner!" she says and gives me a warm hug.
"Thank you for having me Mrs. V, you are an amazing cook," I reply. "And Jim," I add, giving him a nod and a firm handshake.
"Well, that wasn't too bad," Gina laughs as we make our way to the car.
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"Let me show you how thankful I am," she whispers in my ear, lightly kissing my cheek and lifting my shirt up, rubbing my stomach with her warm hands. We passionately kiss as she unzips my pants and fondles the growing penis in my boxers. She unzips and slips off her sexy blue jeans, tossing them to the side before she gets down on her knees. She pulls down my pants, along with my boxers, getting me to step to the side so she can push them out of the way.
I pull off my shirt as she wraps her thumb and index finger around the base of my shaft, flicking the tip of my cock and tracing the outline of my engorged member with her tongue while I hold her left hand on my hip. She encases the head of my penis with her wet lips, rolling her tongue over in her mouth, her right hand now squeezing my shaft while I brush the hair from her face. She inches her head closer until her lips meet her hand, then she pulls her head and hand in unison to the tip and back, slowly picking up speed.
She grips my shaft tighter and starts flicking her wrist, twisting her hand around my cock while it goes back and forth along my dick. She pulls her left hand free and starts juggling my family jewels, squeezing and releasing them rhythmically in tune with her head. I run my fingers through her golden blonde hair, collecting and holding it in a ponytail to keep it out of her face as I edge closer to orgasm.
"Oh yes baby, oh yes, you're gonna make me cum!" I exclaim in ecstasy.
She stops moving her head, her lips clamped just behind the corona while she sucks vigorously on the tip of my dick, rapidly stroking my slick shaft and squeezing my balls. I moan in euphoria as my legs stiffen, my swollen cock spasming in her grasp while semen shoots into her eager mouth, my fingers clenching her soft hair.
She carefully removes her lips from my cock, the swelling subsiding in her hand as she looks up at me, showing me her mouthful of cum, swirling it around her teeth with her tongue. She closes her mouth and swallows before sticking her tongue out at me playfully.