”“That’s not true. Don’t say that. How was your anniversary?” she asked.“I missed you, I missed you a lot. Sharon, I love you.”“Was sh... good?”“She was nice, I guess we had a good time – you will have to ask her. Like I said, I missed you too much to have an enjoyable time. I have breakfast cooking if you hurry here on time.” I was trying to change the subject.“Be there soon,” she replied. Then she hung up.I was on my knees in front of the kitchen cabinets holding the phone, looking at the floor. I've tasted my own. I don't scoop it up off my belly and eat it.....maybe I should....but I've tasted it. I found it leaving my mouth feeling dry. Maybe that's my body telling me to have more? Anyway, that's cum. I'm going to have to swallow some at some point. Lets just hope I like it or I wont enjoy myself as much I want to. I should mention kissing. I really don't want that. It's the cock I want, not the man. I could tongue lick arsehole as a compromise, I guess.Then there's my arse. I. She had to open her mouth to full stretch to accommodate his massive cock head. She tasted the strong taste of her bowel goo on his glans.Her nostrils were invaded by the smell of her shit on her father's cock.She sucked on his glans and tried to take few more inches inside her mouth scraping her mouth on his huge girth.The goo and slime accumulated on her lips like a moustache.She soon was gagging by the sheer size of her father's penis. She pulled her mouth of his cockhead and went up to him. I washed my hair and scrubbed myself from head to toe and walked out naked into the lounge room."Very good." Ken said with a smile. "Had you come out wearing a robe or a towel, I would have been very disappointed."He got me to sit on the floor while he lay on a couch listening to Mahler. He stroked my head and face and played with my hair but didn't talk much. He was caught up in Mahler's magic and seemed unaware of my presence at times.When Mahler had finished he showed me through the house..