I always like the the color red, but for some reason, when daddy had his heart attack, I started to crave red. I bought red drapes for my bedroom. A...d these were not just the red curtains for my windows, they were ruby red drapes for my four poster bed. So I would wake in the morning surrounded by red. I bought red lipstick, well that's not so different, but it was bright red. I always wore red earrings, had matching red nail polish; the face of my watch was a red dial. I even wore red. I decided to call him and ask if I could come stay the weekend with him, he said yes before I could get the whole question out. He always teased me about not being able to come over before this. My parents were weird about letting me go out.I arrived at his house at about 11am that morning and it was HOT outside! Lucky for us he has a pool and so first thing we did was run into his room and change for the pool and this is when it began to be a little weird. We have hung out so many times before. She opened her housecoat with a flourish, giggling uncontrollably. Her large breasts swayed as she gave an impromptu wiggle. She harkened back to their younger days when they dabbled in exhibitionism. That had been so hot!!“Turn slowly!” John slurred. His cock hung like a lump of semi-hard meat. He was not sure where this was going. He wanted her exposed to the world as the cheating incestuous bitch she was. The conflict was he loved this depraved bitch. As Jamie turned slowly, John thought he. “Let me use some of your cunt juice so I can get real, REAL wet, then explode on your boobs… Ok?” He looked down at me with those savory brown eyes. I knew I shouldn’t trust him.I started to talk with my mouth full of cock, “Mmmf mmf mmmmff….” “Hold on, “ he said. He pulled his dick from my mouth. It was COVERED in spit from my savory mouth.... More than enough, I thought, and I didn’t want my bitch, Morgan mad, so I tried to lie to him.“No, not really… This should be enough.” Spit drooled.