Daddy, it’s you. It’s your dick. It’s your manhood and you’re sharing it with me. We’re having the deepest experience a father and a son can...have… to share themselves with each other… and for it to be so absolutely natural… my wanting you and you wanting me… and sharing so much and giving so much to each other. I know there is a heaven when I feel the way I’m feeling now. Oh, Daddy. I’m so happy. You’re giving me what I was missing. Oh, how I love licking on it, Daddy. I love the slow way it. I hear a little whimper of “help” and the bar falls on her chest putting 110lbs flat on her chest. No sooner then the bar hits her chest I grab the bar and lift it off of her and return it to the rack. Beth grabs her chest and has a look of pain on her face. I am mad at myself, how could I let anything bad happen to my muse! How could I have been so naive as to think she could lift the bar that's as heavy as she is! I rush to Beth's side, bend down on one knee next to her and I help her. 6 liters of water did their job, then jumped in the shower to finish the cleanup. When I opened the shower door, Jack was taking his turn on the toilet."You sure you're OK?" I'm fine, Jack. So, you have to go, too." Yeah. That was a heavy meal. All the dancing pushed it through our digestive tracts, I guess."I brushed my teeth, said goodnight to Bozo, moistened and wrung out a hand towel at the kitchen sink and went into our room. I put the towel in the headboard above my pillow, set the alarm,. He sucked her juices clean, and Lisa smiled devilishly. She released his writs and pulled the front of his pants down, freeing his cock at last. The head brushed her middrift and left a trail of precum along her night wear. She giggled as she took his cock full in hand and pulled from base to tip. John returned his hand between her legs. This time two fingers forced their way deep, deep into Lisa’s dripping pussy. She moaned as she felt his fingers inside of her and pulled on his cock. This was.