She usually learned a lot about the parents from the mouths of their naive children and their questions were often so funny that she would almost piss...her panties just thinking about it.“Miss Nancy, why does daddy bump mama’s behind so hard sometimes that she yells out and moves so funny?”Then, a question out of the blue that got her to thinking about the impression that oral sex had on children who had no idea about the process.“Miss, Nancy, why does mama let daddy put his stick thing into her. (when i was small i spent a lot of time with her she used give bath to me .but s i started to grow i grew shy and took bath on my own ).i didn't agree but she pulled me and i had no choice so i put on a towel over my under ware.she started massaging my entire body with oil and she suddenly pulled down my briefs and said it would be spoil with oil.she slowly started to stroke my thighs by the time my stick was starting to rise.it stood like a rock and she saw it and asked what was it although. "Dick could hear how nervous the young beauty was by the sound of her voice. He had had no intention of following up on what had happened, even though he had done some fantasizing after he originally caught her and the young Recoppa boy. Now, hearing how afraid she sounded, his interest became aroused and his police instincts alerted him to her possible vulnerability."Did you, er, tell your mom and dad, Jeanne?" NO!" she uttered in a loud frightened whisper, then a frantic desperate plea came. Her pussy juices had slowed their cascade down to a few easy flowing drips here and there, down into the crack of my ass. Kay adjusted her mount on me and found my boney tailbone and started to slowly grind her pussy into it as she pinched, slapped and raked my flesh!Kay was getting her third wind and I was distinctly aware that I was getting yet another erection (how many years since I had gotten it up this many times???) I decided it was time to give to my little sister the final, ‘candle’ of.