I was in bed with him for ten hours and just did not want to stop.His son, who was at University and fifteen years older than me, became an item in my...life so much so he never knew about me and his dad being lovers or that his dad was a p**o, not that it bothered me, as most men would find it hard to turn down a girl wanting sex, as much as girls do when our bodies are full of hormones and giving us dirty thought and urging us to fuck.On the night we married, I had sex with his daddy first then. Moving in close, she smelled the intoxicating smell of Anne’s sex and her mouth watered in anticipation. Just as she was getting ready to taste the moist folds of the young woman’s vagina, she had a moment of guilt, and her inner dialog started saying ‘what the hell are you doing here?’. She froze, scared to move one way or the other. For a few moments, Anne just laid there waiting for Katie to start licking, but when the moment dragged out, she sat up and said “Is something wrong hon?”Katie. Although no one had quite gone that far, Charlie went along with it in the spirit of fun as it was intended. "What's this little thing here?" she chuckled, "Looks like a slug after my plants already, or maybe a little worm." "It could even be a new type of exotic flower I haven't seen before!" Alan stood behind the fence also laughing at her reply, answering back "Why don't you water it and see if it grows!" Although meant as a joke, the joke was soon on Alan, as Charlie had he watering can to. "Hey," he reasoned amicably. "Keep your knickers on!" He laughed at his own joke. "Maybe I'll keep my mouth shut... Maybe." Nobody spoke. The guy shrugged his shoulders, reached out across the table and flipped my notebook open. He slid it towards himself and scrawled what looked to be an address; upside down on the first page, above a brief bio I had been outlining on Edgar Degas. "Tomorrow night, 9 o'clock," he grinned. "Party. Come, have a laugh and we'll forget about today." I looked at.