I reached out to her slick labia, and there found another set of digits, thicker, male digits. My fingers and my father’s intertwined, then separate... as we went to work stimulating the woman we both loved in our own ways.Again, that bizarre familiarity as her mouth locked on mine: I did not know that I had ever tasted my own mother’s saliva, but something deep down in my subconscious knew her taste. Thin feminine lips locked, mature woman on young adolescent. She was restricting my breathing,. "I don't know and no I couldn't," Stevie replied.Although they weren't, they replied like twins, responding to both answers at the same time. "Why not?"Stevie answered the easy one first, "I could have Replaced him with an identical clone, but his brain wouldn't have the same memories. His past is as much a part of him as he is. He would be different. Who knows what he'd be like?" Oh ... that could be bad," said Britt."Yeah ... he'd look the same but the essential essence of David would be. ********** As soon as we got home and I shut the door behind us, Vanessa pushed me against it, her hand once again groping at my crotch. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards me, pressing my lips against hers and sliding my tongue inside her mouth. She pulled my semi-hard cock out of my shorts and dropped to her knees, looking up at me with her big brown eyes before wrapping her lips around the head. I moaned involuntarily as her bright red lips worked on my throbbing member,. . it takes me six beers to get pissed drunk!And for you it takes nineeeeeee!... Sucker!Chorus“Yeah, we got stronger beer!Whoa! We got stronger beer!Yeah, we do, baby.”(Note: Stronger Beer was written and sung by Tom Hicks, and is from his 2013 album, Throw Down. It wasn’t released as a single, but it is a super funny and mostly accurate comparison of Canadian-American cultures. Check out the U-Tube video. The (parenthesis) names and phrases, Cummings, Spock Kirk & smirk, are ones I changed to.