The night before we flew out for our two week holiday, I overheard them discussing me, 'you need to talk to her', said daddy, to which mum replied, 'S...e is your daughter too'.They were discussing sex, and daddy was confusing my bum gyrations on his lap, as if it were a prelude to my losing my virginity, I was 'Ripe' for penetration.Mum was teasing dad's awkwardness, even mentioning he was getting erections, and suddenly I felt proud that I could arouse a man like that, especially my own. He wanted so badly to shove her face down onto his dick, to feel it deep in her throat. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to move his hands from behind his head. He instead clenched his fists as another grizzly moan escaped his throat. As she continued to run her hands up and down his body she began to blow on his dick again. The slight coolness of her breath caused his hips to buck as his body stiffened. He couldn't take the teasing much longer, needing a release his eyes locked with. Jeb now made it a point to rearrange his chores when the Rev was in residence. He was quite rightly concerned that his loving wife had succumbed to the wily old goat’s skill at using female psychology to take advantage of his hospitality. There was no mistaking her suddenly increased ardor after the visits. There were also some subtle differences in the practice of the act which they had performed so many times. It was more male pride than concern for marital stability. Neither party had. Laying above her, our bodies moving in sexual unison, and my lips move down to suck upon a wide brown nipple, I wish just once I could end up with a mouth full of sweet warm milk. My mind has fantasized these very things many times.The images throughout the last few years have gotten more graphic, to the point that I imagine even the most minute details about the liquid filled breasts. From the mental image of a saliva covered dripping nipple to the image of my own cock still covered in.