We were both naked, but at least it was summer, and a Kentucky summer no less. We weren’t likely to get that cold at night, not in July.I ruffled hi... hair a bit as I smelled coffee brewing, and sure enough, it was Mom’s idea. Aunt Leigh was up and with her, as Felix and I discovered. As for Camille, well, she had been the only one to sleep by herself, so she was already up in a hurry, not having enjoyed her rest as much. She kept busy as a maid, with Mom ordering her around, while Melissa. I cuddled in and she immediately turned round to face the other way, so I spooned her. My cock was now pushing against her bum but wait; she was now wearing a boring cotton pair? Not the silk French Panties but the cotton ones that she only ever wore during her periods. I moved my hand round and cupped her breast but I could tell she was uncomfortable. I so desperately wanted to feel her pussy, I wanted to dip my fingers into her and confirm the presence of John’s sperm. She hadn’t been to the. Kennedy's bold tongue flicked over it. My own orgasm built and built with his every stroke.“Yes, yes,” I groaned. I stared down at the hunky Black man feasting on me. “Oh, I'm gonna cum in your mouth.”“Good,” he growled. “But not as hard as you'll cum on my cock.”“Anything so my daughter wins!” I moaned.He chuckled. “You can tell yourself any lies you want about why you want to ride my big dick.”I shuddered. I was just doing this for my daughter. I was a good wife. A good mother.He sucked hard. You’re big, fella, but not that big.’ ‘Wow, you really know how to stroke a guy’s ego.’ ‘You look like you could use a stroke, but you know, it looks like you haven’t had anything to eat in a while.’ ‘A long time, as a matter of fact. Too long.’ ‘Must’ve been — hard — for you,’ she said, taking the matter in hand. ‘You’re looking kinda hungry yourself, Kiddo.’ ‘You got no idea, John.’ When our late night snack was over, we talked for a while about school, and about the baby. She wanted to have.