I came back to my house, I was feeling the heat in my body. I looked for my mom in the kitchen, but she was not there. I then spotted her in dad’s r...om. She was talking to dad. I too talked to daddy and asked my mom to serve tiffin.I was waiting at the dining table, and mom came and started serving food.Me: Mom, I want once again today.Mom: What?Me: I want to taste your pussy juices.Mom (after a small pause): Ok, but don’t misuse the chance.Me: I will promise you that I won’t enter the. And it all started that hot night in June four years ago when I started spying on my dad.I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I’ve decided that it takes a particular – a peculiar – set of circumstances for two intelligent people to gravitate willfully into a consenting i****tuous relationship. In the case of my father and me, it was a potent combination of loneliness, alienation, dependency and physical need that drove us into each other’s arms. I matured at quite an early age; I reached my. ...," "You mean do it in front of everyone," finished Charlie? She nodded her head yes. "Ofcourse not," he answered, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, nobody willpressure you to do anything, it's entirely up to you!" "Let's get a drink," he offered, leading overto the open bar. While sipping her rum and coke, Jenny took a more leisurely look around theroom. "Well Charlie was right about one thing," she thought, "every man there had a huge cockand some of them were even bigger. After the bet, both boys started paying much more attention to their mother. They were more considerate, more attentive and more complimentary. Annette thought it was because her husband had left her and she was grateful for the kindness…she was hungry for it.Richard was physical with her. He looked for any excuse to touch her. He hugged her more, he held her arms as he kissed her in greetings and then there was the lotion. Annette always took care of her skin and it seemed like she kept a.