I was certain it was past the back of his mouth and starting down his throat. There just wasn't anywhere else for this monster to go!Then I reached ou... with my own hand, started to move it back and forth on the big dick, and said, "Here, take just the first few inches in your mouth. I want to jack him off for you. I want to be the one to make a dick shoot come in my own husband's mouth! You'll thank me for it. I insist. And I'm going to get a real charge, watching you trying to swallow all the. “Don’t be bloody cheeky. I mean what are you doing that in here for. Can’t you go into your bedroom?”“You mean like you do every night?”It was like a slap in the face. My mind was racing. What had the boy heard? Had he been spying on me? If so, what had I been doing?”“Come on, Dad,” he said. “We’re both guys. We both have cocks and we both wank. Nearly half the world’s population do so what’s the problem?”“Tha problem is,” I said. “That it’s something you do in private. Not in front. Making me acknowledge that it wasn't Mistressthat just worked me over. Making me face the fact and openly admit thatnot only had I licked, sucked, and worshipped her husband's cock, butthat he had then been the one to punish me for my lapse in manners. And Iknew again that I had no choice. I knew deep inside me that I deserved nochoice. Slowly I looked up at them both, at first. Then to her. I saw theabsolute fire in her eyes. Then I looked at him. And looking into hiseyes and speaking was. “Eddie, meet my best girlfriend ever, Misty Monroe.“Misty, meet the only man-friend I’ve ever had, Eddie Masters.”I held out my arms and she literally fell against my chest. I knew as soon as she pressed her body to mine, she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Misty, I have never in my life seen two people who look as much alike, and not be kin, as you and Abby. You look like twins, and I’m so glad you decided to dress in those tight jeans and boots, with that white shirt.”“Eddie, when we talked on the.