“Oh god Susan…I love you” Joe whispered in her ear. “I love fucking you. I love that you’re a whore. I love that you know that I’m a cock ...ucker.”As her pussy squeezed that last of the cum from her daddy’s cock, Susan wrapped her arms tightly around her father, kissed him hard again and responded; “I love you too daddy. I’m glad you know I’m a whore, and now you and mommy are fucking whores too.”The teacher tapped Joe on the shoulder. “You’re finished with this cunt, Joe. Time for you to suck. . brainwashed by American romantic comedies and Hallmark pop culture. There are some idiot ladies, even in France, who’ve bought into that worldview. I call them ‘Americanized’ or maybe ‘Anglicized,’ because the prudishness is a legacy of Queen Victoria and her influence over the Anglophone world. Prior to that influence, we in France were much more enlightened, especially before American cinema spread their lies,” Fleur scoffed at the not-so-subtle messages from Hollywood.“Yeah, for all of the. . Is that velvet? Why would they put velvet on the walls? Who cares... I'll just stay here for a minute and enjoy the feeling... Damnit... I forgot I need to pee!!! There it is... the bathroom!! Why are your pants always hard to open when you really have to go? Now see... If my girls were here with me, it wouldn't be so bad. Who knew peeing could feel so good?Make sure I get everything, wash my hands... Why does that sink look like a urinal? Why are there men in the ladies bathroom? Is this. And I know about how you've played withyourself so much. It's just normal. I was hoping that you were thinking ofme sometimes when you did it." I know I was blushing furiously. "Gee, Mom, I didn't think you knew! Youshould have smacked my face!" "Oh, no, I was much too flattered. I wanted to kiss your face. I like tohave your admiring eyes on my body." "And Mom, when I was 'playing with myself,' it was almost always you Iwas thinking of." Mom laughed softly, "Hallelujah! My dear little boy.