I don't believe it” A broad smile filled my face as I heard those words and I pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side. If she was going to com... again I didn’t want it wasted on the crotch of her knickers, I wanted it in my mouth and quickly covered the entrance to her pussy with it. Once I had a good seal, I poked my tongue into her as far as I could and almost immediately felt her inner muscles contract around it seconds before a wave of her love honey flooded my mouth as her second. She was wearing a green nightgown made from a soft and velvety material that she had gotten as a weird birthday gift from an ex-boyfriend. She still kept it, but she could have sworn that she was wearing something else last night. Why had she been put into one of her other clothes?Shrugging it off for now, she went over to peer through the drawers. She almost immediately regretted this. In every drawer there was an assorted mess of some sort of sex related junk. Mostly there were just toys and. He was a very dominant, in the sense of job responsibilities and very aggressive at his work, where as my mother was submissive and a housewife. Because of my fathers job, he worked constant hours and I did not see him as much as my Mother. My father worked a many weekends and I probably only saw him a few times a month. My Mother hardly ever disciplined me as a c***d; it all came from my Father. Because I rarely saw my Father and because discipline came from him I associated more with my. A love affair grew, fertilized by the horseshit everyone was spreading. The internet forum buzzed with the romance of these two winged creatures in love. Nobody seemed to see the contrast of her wings and his. Nobody noticed that this communal cluster fuck was a mob mentality monstrosity. On the homefront, the husband was still wooden, but he was looking relatively apple-cheeked compared to her cold blue computer screen pallor, and he seemed to have become a relatively warm and doting as a.