..”“Well, so much for asking about if you’ve ever had a guy eat you...”“There is only ONE guy. And yes.” Her eyes went far away again. “...t’s mutual, Deena. What two people who love each other do, that’s between them. I guess if either of us didn’t like something, maybe we wouldn’t do it, or maybe if the other REALLY wanted it, it could be something for a special occasion, but...” she took a deep breath, continued, “We both like it. It’s NORMAL, for heaven’s sake.”“O-Kayyyyy!” I blurted. “Don’t. Dad pulled into the garage, and we got out. "Damn, there's blood all over the seat," Dad said. Oops. Neither of us had thought to put something down. "I'll have to get that out before it sets."As soon as I walked in the back door, Mom said, "How badly are you hurt?" Dad started collected cleaning supplies."I'm scraped up in a lot of places, and I'm probably bruised all over, but everything seems to work."She looked at Dad. "Why in hell didn't you call? I was worried sick." Where was I supposed. So, that created an even broader image of that lovely sight, even as I couldn't see it. I felt her lips and mouth move ever so slowly, but she still had quite the fierce tongue to work with as well. She teased me with it as it went inside my pussy several times, but it never stayed long.She brought her fingers over to my beaver and rubbed it hard as well. Once she did, I had to look at her again, but that time, she looked right back at me again. Her eyes said everything and more, but neither of. What a terrible father I would have been right out of high school! I wasn’t that great a dad even twenty years later.We headed to New York next to watch The Lion King and give the kids their first Broadway experience. I was sure that one day soon I would tire of hearing the two kids singing “Hakuna Matata,” but for then it was pretty cute.We flew on down to Six Flags for a couple of days and by the time we boarded for Seattle in Memphis, the kids were so exhausted even the sugar energy had.