I was so turned on I couldn't help but pull out my dick out of my underwear and stroke it along with my motions. "Look up here" he commanded. I did as...he said, my mouth open and his manhood resting on my outstretched tongue. Mister was smiling a naughty smile down at me. He again gripped his cock firmly at the base and began slapping it against my tongue, against my cheeks. "Do you like this big cock? Do you like sucking it?" he asked, knowing full well what my answer would be. "Yes, I do" I. ’ ‘I know. I did a TSTL.’ ‘What the hell is that?’ ‘Don’t you read romance novels?’ ‘Not really.’ ‘It stands for Too Stupid To Live. It’s when the heroine, it’s never the guy, does something so stupid you want to yell at the book and say no human would ever do that. And it makes you think that if he can take her back after that he wasn’t worth it after all.’ ‘I like that: Too Stupid To Live.’ ‘I’m glad you’re entertained. I don’t even know if I’m still getting married. I’ve got to talk to. It all started when they fingered me down there. Instead of just pushing one finger in and out of me, they pushed two, three... finally, finding out it didn't hurt me, they were pushing all fingers in my cum lubricated pussy. The childbirth had made me quite loose down there and I more or less told them to go on. I was as fascinated as they were when seeing that I had a hand and half the forearm inside of me. I knew this only triggered my sons fascination for my pussy. Until that time it was. She suddenly got up and rushed upstairs. He walked to the living room and sat down, very relaxed and put the TV on. After a while Carol stepped in her robe with heels and black stocking showing underneath. First of all she dimmed the lights and walked towards Bob. After untying, she lifted the robe off her shoulder and now Bob could clearly see, what she had been doing upstairs. She was wearing the underwear, Bob had got her. A white lace almost see through thong, brassier and the stockings..