“Hmm?” I mumbled, my mouth opening. My tongue wrapped around something sweet, the taste of cherries filling my mouth. It was a lollipop. “Suck g...ntly, Princess.”All I could do is nod, sleepily. Daddy was holding the lollipop for me. I closed my eyes, still feeling sleepy. “Now stop,” My Dad instructed, pulling the lolli back, leaving me to lick my lips. I thought I heard Daddy shuffling around then… maybe a zipper? “Now open,” Daddy said pushing something against my lips again. The lollipop? It. So today I have decided to have sex with amma. I want to be the man who satisfies her sexually as long as she needs it. I need to go, now.The warm breath that you feel on your skin, the soft contact and squeezing of the lips, the tickly hide-n-seek played by the tongues inside the mouth, the saliva exchange. It’s the best sensation I’ve ever felt, better than sex because it lasts as long as you want.As long as you have a partner willing to lend her lips. In my case, my partner is my amma. Her only challenge was the fact her posterior had the unmistakable curve of a luscious nubile female and her only recourse was to try to disguise it as best she could. After a period of self-doubt and some reflection on how she had ever gotten into such a silly situation, she fell into an uneasy sleep that did little to stifle her trembling emotions.The moon was still high in the star-studded shy when she was awakened by the sound of slapping flesh. At first, she thought it must have been. "You, for one will get to sleep with the boss!" He teased and beganto chase her around the kitchen's food prep island. She ran off intohis bedroom, and he followed, closing the door swiftly behind him.It got awfully quiet behind that closed bedroom door, so I retreatedto Betty and my bedroom to assess what kind of desk and bookcase I'dlike. Betty's bed was already missing from my bedroom. Apparently,those two had made their plans without telling me, while I was awayrunning my errands.I wondered.