This bothered me slightly until the consequences of our eventual actions were realized by me to be solely his, and another literary moment would be st...len for future reference. Lying on the bed, skin to skin, the universe couldn’t condemn us, after all, it felt so right ‘ kissing you is just like kissing myself, you are the female version of me’ yet we hid our tryst from others, which made it all the more exciting, and only heightened our sense of pleasure in dark, stolen moments. I felt. "Well, you can think about what you might do but I pulled down my shorts letting my swollen cock outside to enjoy the fresh air and sunshine.Then, Amy reached up and let my cock enjoy her hand taking it and giving it a friendly squeeze."Oooh, if I helped do that, well, maybe I haven't lost the old magic. You are really hard," she said."Gee, Mom, maybe you two should get a room," Lauren laughed."I have a room already. And it's all nice and clean and ready," she shot right back to her. Oddly, I saw him younger, by a few years at least. It had obviously been a while, whatever it was. He pulled out a DVD from this secret compartment, now inserting it into the player, turning it on. I was expecting porn, perhaps some deviant kind of porn or something, something secretive and unusual for dad. And…in a way it was. Though I certainly hadn’t expected what I now saw, or stood watching. Suddenly the image I’d been seeing, fluttered…jumped. I’d been looking at a memory, the aftermath.. "Shall I pour them out now?" Good idea" he said, and I duly began emptying each jar into the pitcher. "No you stupid bitch, it'll need heating up. Put it in this dish first." John made sure I sc****d every drop of cum from each jar with my fingers and then licked them. When I was done the large dish was about and inch and a half short of being full. "I think it will taste stronger if it's served at body temperature. Give it a minute in the microwave."When it came out it was there were.