"Can you tell if someone is good in bed by just looking at them?" John looked somewhat startled by this question, but still looked calm as he answered... "Well, sometimes. I mean, you can look at someone and think they are good, but when it comes down to it, they may not be that great. While on the other hand, you look at someone and think they may be terrible, but turn out to be fantastic, so it's kinda hard to judge at times. Why?" He raised his eye brows as he looked over at me. "I was just. Dinner had candlelight and champagne. We started with raw oysters (corny, I know) and followed that with poached salmon with sides of avocados and asparagus. Desert was chocolate covered strawberries.I got them to tell the story of how their trysts had started and evolved. Beth seemed incredibly embarrassed but eventually it all came out. They had often had dinner together when Peter and I were away and eventually they were overcome by how much they had always been attracted to each. I wished it would happen again and that you would actually ... fuck me and get me pregnant.”“Mom...”“I know, David. I’ve never felt conflicted like that. Most of the time I could stop myself from thinking things like that. But at night, when you were asleep next to me, I would start fantasizing and I couldn’t stop myself. I ... This is so bad, David.”“I’m fine, Mom. Totally fine. I want to hear. Keep going.”“I would fantasize about giving you a handjob. And I thought, if it comes out clear and. Slowly his sperm sword slide out of me until just the head was left then he pushed back in just as slowly. He did that again, and again and again and again. And then suddenly......wham! Out of nowhere he rams he meat into me hard drawing a loud moan from my throat. "Music to my ears." He whispered in my ear before grabbing my hips and starting to pummel my pussy. It gripped at him hard, rippled along his rigid length like it was trying to force him out. But daddy was having none of that. He.