.really good" I told him. "Well it only gets better....just don't stop ok" We sat on the sofa beating away I began to have very strange but very enjoy...ble sensations....like nothing I had ever experienced before. "I think it's time we moved to the bathroom" he explained. Huh??? What??? Move to the bathroom?? Ummm ok. By the time we reached the bathroom I knew something was happening but I didn't know what. Jeff told me we should stand close to the toilet and reminded me "don't stop until. ”“Now Mitchell, that’s no way to talk about your mother,” Nicole said, giving him a stern look. She accompanied her words by taking an imposing stance next to the bed, her feet spread further apart, a fisted gloved hand on each hip.The scowl on her face sent a tingling shiver through Mitch, especially since he knew his mother only used his full name when she was angry with him. Right at the moment, he couldn’t read her—the last few minutes had sent him for a loop, and right now, he didn’t know. She must be in with Dad, taking a nap. We heard a noise and smiled at each other. Maybe not on the nap.We had grilled cheese sandwiches and a couple of apples for lunch. The apples reminded me of Cinnamon. I hadn't been ignoring him but I wasn't taking him out as much as he deserved. I held up my apple and said, "Let's take a ride after lunch." Sounds good. We could ride over to see your sister. You know you're going to have to come up with a story and tell them all. It's not fair to take off. I hid my shock well, continued kissing and playing with my wife’s breasts, but my brain was filled with images. I saw my daughter naked before me, and in my mind, it was her breasts in my hands, her nipples in my mouth. My wife ground her hips against me, her signal that she wanted it, and in my mind it was my daughter pressing her young pussy against my crotch. I was disgusted but completely turned on; I had a hard-on unlike any that my wife had been able to give me for years. I could have.