Some evenings, Daddy would fuck Mommy doggy-style while Mommy ate Melody, or he would fuck her missionary style while Melody stood and rubbed her puss... into his face. On occasion, Daddy would eat Melody while Mommy cleaned his pipes with her mouth.Sometimes, when Melody felt the urge to pee, not because she was close to an orgasm but just because she had to pee, Mommy told her to let it go. Melody's urine splashed into Dr. Mom's mouth, some of it bouncing out onto her cheeks. Mommy smiled as. "No, please. We were just having some fun. It was just sex! She loves you! Please don't shoot me!"I didn't want to hear Alice tell me lies about her cuckolding of me."I'm so sorry," she sobbed, "It was just sex! No love, just a roll in the hay. Our sex life had gotten so routine and boring. I needed some excitement. It meant nothing! Please, let me make it up to you! Please don't!"I didn't want to hear the judge say, "Guilty on both counts. You're sentenced to death for the first degree murders. Am I allowed to have my naked cooks sit on my lap at the same time?”“The biscuits aren’t brown and the eggs won’t need turning for a minute. We have that much time, then we’ll wait until we get to the barn to sit on your naked cock,” Bridget told me.I reached for them and pulled them back so each of them could sit on a leg side by side with their backs to me. Reaching around I cupped a breast in each hand.Britt told me, “Eddie, both of us come easily. You could get both your legs wet doing. He was asleep again. I looked over at Grace and she was sitting there gripping his other hand trying to cry quietly and clearly not being able to do it. I got up and went around the bed and took her in my arms and held her while we both held his hand.We sat down and maintained our vigil. A few hours later about 02:00 he shifted a little in the bed and gave a soft sigh. I knew he was gone. I felt devastated. I had seen death, but never this close and never of someone that I loved so much.The.