Enjoying Traditional Positions With Your Wife For Ultimate Pleasure

“Is everything OK?!” Dad was practically screaming into the phone. I followed his eyes down to his lips, and leaned in for another round, but then caught sight of the tangled skin around his mouth, “J, your face is peeling!” He pulled back embarrassed and slowly reached up to inspect the damage. We do it every year at the end of summer, would you wanna grab a plate before you go out tonight?”
I could already imagine the look on his face: confused, hopeful. Even though I’d fantasized for years about what it would look like, I never imagined it being so big. I jerked my hand back and took hold of the handle bar, lifting my leg to press down on the pedal. He was so proud of me, he loved me, the usual. He always talked a lot when he got me on the phone. I jerked my hands back, “Oh shit! Then out of nowhere, my phone started ringing and vibrating, hella loud too! I got on my bike and adjusted myself to ride away, dreading the task of saying goodbye.