Ed grabbed my arse and pulled me down to sit astride him. I felt him pull at the thong before he ripped it off me. Then his cock was pressing at my cu...ny--my dripping wet snatch. I gasped as he entered me--God, what a feeling--what a girth. My cunt felt tight around him; he held my waist tight and thrust himself into me. I looked down at him, my mouth an O. Tattoo stood up and went around behind me, and Ed pulled me down against him, my chest pressed against his. Then I felt the tip of tattoo's. Jenny raised her hand."Are blowjobs and handjobs the same as having sex?"Liza elbowed her. "Don't ask things like that to mom and dad!"I interjected "It's okay, Liza. It's a good question. Jenny, I would much prefer that you did those things than have sex, but you don't want to go around and blow guys. Only if you care about them and they care about you. But no it's not the same."Jill nodded her head in agreement.Liza raised her hand "Do you blow Daddy, mom?"I blushed, and my wife replied. We were all cleaned and lovely when there was a knock at the door I answered it in just my towel it was of cause Anna as expected. She said to me , so were going to play a game sally tells me hope its fun. I do the host thing and run to sally asking, does she know what the game is? She smiles and says no but we will teacher her about it when I am done in here, she’s a nympho as well she wont say no.I leave the bathroom and go talk with Anna she’s got a short summer dress on that’s really thin. He needed her and wanted her to understand. So he writes, ‘Dear xxxxx..’ No, not correct, he rewrites. ‘Dear xxxxxxx, Our time together was too sweet for my memories, I feel them, like in those silly romance movies we never watched together, filled with background music. Yes, I can actually remember our times together as if floating in a song…’ He pauses a long moment, knowing that while the music he speaks of could be contained in a song by Tool, Nine Inch Nails, Dave Matthews Band or even.