“I’m tired, but not sleepy,” he said.Melissa looked over her glasses at him and said, “Me too. Must be jet lag.”“Want to play a game of ch...ss?” Eric asked.“Sure. We haven’t played chess in months. And, if I remember correctly, you’re still working off the bet you lost last time.”Melissa had used the games to get Eric to do things around the house. After losing the last bet, he had to wash her car every other week for two months and do the dishes twice a week.“All right, if I win this time, all. "Sexy slut," he says, moving his hand faster.My face glows with sweat. I mumble something. Not sure what."Little gurl," he says, stroking me. "Weak, pliable, eager to please..." Yes," I say."Silly, giggly, constantly blushing..." Yes," I say."You love your mommy, don't you?" Hmm-mmm." You want to make your mommy happy, don't you?" Yes, daddy, yes so much, I wanna make her so happy." Listen carefully then. You had a little sickness. A germ was put insideyou that made you sick." I was sick,. She sat on the edge of the bed, opening herself to me as I got down, trying desperately to remember all the porn videos I'd seem of guys eating pussy. Soon, the moans told me I was doing fine. "Mmm, Stan, that's lovely, just lick me like that. And, put a finger inside and fuck me with it. Uh, mmm, yes, perfect." I went along as she continued to moan and tell me how good it felt. Then, it all happened. "UUNH, UUNH, UUNH, uh, uh, oooh, oooh, mmm, Stan, oh, you were perfect. Mmm, my pussy feels so. She applied some cream all over his arse?..rubbing it from the outer to the inner?..massaging firmly. Running her hands up his anal valley?.stopping at his arse hole?..on each stroke up she penetrated him with her thumbs??in large circular motions deeply massaging his muscles then coming up and entering his arse. Slow and insistent??then she held his cheeks open and fucked him with her thumb?in and out??not stopping fucking??..then she must have added another finger ?opening him up ?..he began.