I smiled warmly at my kids. "Yes. I did do that. I take it you'd all like to know how it feels."Grins, smiles, yawns and lots of head bobbing answered...me back."Okay ... but then it's off to bed. You need your rest ... and so do I."I established links with all four of them and very gently allowed individual streams of emotion to trickle down to each one. Belle smiled brightly back at me as she hugged herself. Rosie's smile faded away and her exhaustion was quickly replaced with a look of. And as it spread her legs began to tremble. She carried on humping as best she could but soon it was futile. Her orgasm made legs buckle and she just helpless flopped onto his erect pole whimpering and sobbing.But he had other plans. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up! Just a little bit. And then just let go. Her entire weight plopped onto his erect pole. She whimpered. And he lifted her again. Her knees were now lifted up of the floor and bent in mid air. He let go and she. "I was horny for some make-up sex," she laughs.Fuck! She's even given it a name. I wonder if she names the others 'wake-up sex' and 'welcome home from work-sex'. "Kelly," I take her hand, "there is nothing in this world as wonderful as sex with you." Thank you," she blushes, "I try." She gives me one of her most seductive looks. "Shall we take this to your bedroom?" she asks."No, not this time," I respond, not really aware of what I'm saying until it comes out of my mouth. "I can never think. Down her back spilled raven-dark hair, straight and glossy wherever the light hit it. She had a small, soft-featured face, with full lips that were slightly puckered, as if she was constantly prepared to kiss someone, and pierced with a single ring. High cheeks and a strong, proud jaw line accentuated it all nicely, and led into a softly curved neck. Fine fingers displayed across the window, long and tapering, slim like the body belonging to them. Wearing a thin tank top that fit to her body.