"Isn't that YUCKY and NASTY?" she asked, I keep telling her that it isn't the taste of the cum that I like, it is the combined flavors of the mutual m...xes. I have no desire to get it "draft" Then she launched into this long diatribe, about how could I suck her pussy, when I knew some guy had shot his baby batter in it!I just told her about a time, when I was in my mid teens, and I went to a party where there was drinking, dancing, smoking (weed), and everyone was generally having a good time. I. I felt a lump growing in my throat even as my pussy tingled. I walked to Daddy and handed him the mop. He took off the head of the mop and set the handle aside. “Get me a chair from the dining room.” I rushed to get him a chair even though I knew that the faster I brought it, the faster I would get spanked. I wanted to show Daddy I could obey him, though. I set it on the floor and he sat down and motioned me over. There is something so comforting in going over Daddy’s knee. I could never hope. “No way, they’re perfect to me, all of you is perfect!”“And they’re all yours, my love,” she replied. Abby lifted herself up Brad’s body and offered her right nipple to his mouth. He suckled her nipple, getting it hard.“You are so perfect to me. If ten mean you’re perfect, then you are my twenty. I want to kiss every inch of your body from head to toe then start all over again.”“You won’t see me stopping you. I want you to spend a lifetime kissing my body,” she replied, kissing him.Brad sucked. As the thought of making him fun played over and over in her head she moaned out loud his name so he could here her.He heard her but didn’t know if she was gonna tell so he stayed put.The next morning when she woke and realized the creepy thoughts that gave her a great orgasm she starts to ask herself what the fuck is wrong is she crazy or just plain freaky. Even with the regret taking over her thought process, she smiles to herself she walks into the living room where he is with just a tank.