He thought about the woman’s legs and hips and breasts. Kirk hoped Val didn’t ask too many questions about the friskiness he was bringing home.“... don’t think you understand, Frieda,” he said. “M. Le Carre isn’t paying a few million to Owen and a small fee to us. It’s one to one. We sell his eight coins ... I’ve never dealt with something this big.”“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” Frieda said.“Oh, you’re not, are you?” Kirk elbowed his daughter with a smile. “Don’t think your Dad can handle the big. Click. Mom, my own mother with a stranger's **** all the way down her throat. Only the black leather ring was still visible. That filthy ******* *****! My **** exploded again and more *** spit out from deep within my balls and sprayed everywhere. It was going to take me forever to clean up the mess but I didn't even care.I felt queasy. I couldn't wrap my head around my mom doing something so vulgar. And I couldn't believe I just beat off to pictures of her doing it. How could I live with myself. In the heat of the moment she would joke about one of her friends or our friends, just to see what my response would be. She would point out pretty girls while walking down the street and then ask me in bed if I thought they were sexy. Yes, I would reply, of course. Sometimes she would ask what my fantasy was and I would truthfully reply it always involved her. I just don’t seem to have any outrageous fantasies. My fantasies always involve my wife. Just not only my wife. Anyway, I told her. ”“The black hair against your white skin is sexy.”Cathy then took the seam of my tank-top and lifted it over my head. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, Cathy took the time to admire my curves“I love your tits. Are they a C cup?”“Just. During the swim season when I am keeping my weight down, they are a big B and are a little floppy. When I stop working out they change to just barely a C and they fill out.”“Please kiss mine, otherwise it won’t be fair.”I leaned over and took one of Cathy’s very hard.