It was almost as if I could see flashbacks of all the things wed done that night. I was only vaguely aware that I had somehow removed the hair fastene... and let my shoulder-length hair down. I saw that Randy was staring down at his bowl, but I saw a slight smile as he ate. I remember that sensation of rubbing my thighs together, realizing my panties were sopping wet. I mumbled something, stood and somehow made it to the couch, where I sat with my hands folded on my knees, wondering what was. Her hands tangled in my hair as she moaned loudly and began to lift her hips, thrusting into my mouth gently. I did everything that she'd done to me, licking and sucking her shaft, kissing her balls, deep throating her. "Daddy!" she finally cried out. "Daddy!" I felt her cock swelling and knew she was going to cum. But I'd already made the decision of what to do."Go ahead," I told her. "Cum in daddy's mouth!"When I sucked her back in, she screamed and exploded. I felt a hot rush of salty. “And what won’t she do?” wondered Dirk Dongle, whose prick had a special place in Amy’s arse, as he never tired of reminding her. “Well, men, basically,” Bob told them. “She won’t do men at all. So, that’s you out, Dirk. Otherwise, she’ll do everything. And I know. I’ve seen her. She’s fucking good. She’ll do anal and double penetration and fisting and even pissing. I’ve heard she’d even done on-stage shitting, but as you know we don’t do that until it’s really late. And she gets the crowd. All the time, I inhaled sharply then held my breath. Intense it was. Her face met mine and I pulled her close to me, kissing her yet again on the lips, slowly and gently, silently. She then turned around, back facing me, allowing me to have a view of her buttock. She looked over her shoulder and then straddled my manhood, lowering her womanhood on to it. She would have insisted that I call it a ‘pussy’, and my penis a ‘cock’. It turned her on. So for her sake, her soaked pussy engulfed the tip.