She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and studied it, gently massaging it. She fingered the tip end and the g-spot where my foreskin was folded bac.... Pre-cum leaked from the tip end of my tool. Sammi deftly used her fingers to spread it around the bulbous end of my tool.“This is so cool,” Sammi whispered. The musty smell of sex permeated the cab of the pickup. Sammi leaned down and gently kissed the tip end of my penis, then she used her wicked tongue to encircle it, before sliding my tool. Meg set about attaching the cuffs to all four of Sid's limbs. I undressed and joined them on the bed."What the fuck are you up to Meg?" Sid asked suspiciously.It was far too late for Sid to offer any resistance as Meg pulled each cuff tight and forced Sid into a spread-eagle position on her back."The theme for tonight Sid is pain and pleasure. Steve and I are going to be the masters and you, birthday girl, are going to be the slave. Don't worry Sid we would never hurt you, we love you far too. ..I swear to help NO MATTER WHAT!!"In a cute move, Emily sat back up and leaned in with an outstretched pinky. "Let's shake on it, then...shall we??" What is this about anyways?" he asked smiling, as his pinky curled around hers.Emily shyly took her finger away, planted her elbows on the table and cupped her face with her hands. Taking in one deep breath, she quickly muttered "Dad, may I taste your sperm?"Before John could even flinch, Emily kept up the onslaught. "Look, Dad...it's not what you. Well, maybe not quite that extreme. Still, they didn’t travel easily. Emily had taken a bus home for Christmas and again rode the Greyhound back for the new year. She had repeated the ride when school ended for the summer.When she arrived back home her family was, of course, glad to see her. Her friends from high school still acted as they previously had as did others in the area. Yet somehow things seemed a little different. It wasn’t exactly that Emily didn’t feel that she belonged here any.