” Bella’s eyes twinkled. The Captain winked conspiratorially at her.“So can we get on with this latest indignity so I can move comfortably again...” Will asked.“Oh, alright,” Bella said. She knelt back down again. “Pants,” she ordered.Will unlaced his breeches and lowly and carefully peeled them away from the red goo paint, which had thankfully mostly dried again. He opened them as wide as they would go, and then reached in to adjust his erection and pull it out so the fly of his pants wouldn't. My friends thought that I had gone with the suitor and indulged in some heavy petting…little did they know that I ate his cock and had the taste of his cum on my tongue!! He tried to catch up with me afterwards…but I didn’t follow up. I think it was mainly because he was reluctant to go down on me…even as at today…I don’t have any respect for a man who doesn’t dine at the Y. I recently read about a celebrity DJ Khaled being bashed on social media because he doesn’t go down on his wife while. They squealed and giggled like they were still eighteen years old. Then I collapsed on top of the two of them, feeling my own cum sticking to my body.We stayed that way for a long time. At last Mom said, "Okay, you young folks have got to get out of my room. I am reeking from coming and eating pussy. Let me get cleaned up and we can have another good day together."Wynter and I gathered our clothes together and reluctantly left Mom's bedroom. We both were still horny. But we both decided that. You don’t get to just spout off whenever you like.”“Yes Sir, sorry Sir. Should I lift my skirt and shirt a little as well?”“What do you think, Buttercup?”My daughter adjusted her sparse clothing to reveal the bottom of her butt crack, and exposed a little bit of underboob.“Chair dirty?” the waitress returned and gave us a churlish glance as she set our drinks on the table.“No Ma’am, I am being punished for trying to order for myself, and my daughter is being punished for talking out of turn,” I.