Angel slipped a third finger in and Nosey shook."I can't - I can't - Papa - Papa..." He gasped.I kissed Right, pulled his fingers out of Nosey and suc...ed them too. "Get the camera back." I told him. "And take over for your brother." I turned and kissed Left. "You get me a taste of Nosey - but not right away, ok?" Ja, Papa." He sighed.The twins shifted and I took my place behind Nosey.First, I licked that succulent little dark pink hole. It fluttered around my tongue. A moment later, a tongue. " She pointed out, as Hope scurried about, realigning cushions that hadn't been out of place."You think they were better all on the sofa?" Hope didn't look away from her work."I didn't mean the cushions, I meant this thing with Marcus for your dad." Why not?" Hope didn't turn, but she obviously tensed."You're too wound up, your Dad's bound to spot something like that, for one." She folded her legs up beneath her as she settled into place on one of the seats. "For two, Marcus just isn't that. This goes one of two ways, either the woman goes off sex completely or, luckily for me, she becomes extremely randy. Many discussion were had, often punctuated with wild shagging sessions, offers of a divorce were made and discounted and eventually we came up with a plan. We would become swingers, but how? At this point I must include that we had an adventurous (for the time) sex life anyway. We both looked at porn magazines and later video’s (nice women didn’t do that) We used sex toys, such. Despite that, I managed to dream about mum. Dreamed of fucking, pardon, making love to her. Woke up with a hard on. Pulled back the blanked. Still some crusted remains of mum and myself on my dick. And the whole bed was a mess. Still a bit wet. Mum is a squirty bitch. With some crusted white drops in between. My sperm and her pussy juice. The view brought back memories. Made me hornier as I already was.Heard mum in the bathroom. She was fresh out of the shower. Her body smelling after her.