They say all I talk about is you. I want them to see that I’m not lying. I DO NOT love your vagina more than you. If I spend a lot of time there whe... we’re alone, together, it’s because I think you like me to do what I’m doing. I love the noises you make when I , you know, kiss it. I will kiss you more and more and lots and lots and longer and longer since you mentioned it. On the lips, I mean. On your mouth, I mean. I love you and I love kissing you and I want to make you happy that I’m your. I pull my cock out of your pussy and shove it in your mouth. You greedily swallow every inch of my cock. It doesn’t take long before I shoot a heavy stream of cum down your throat. You get up and give me French kiss. As we kiss you pass some of my cum back to me. You order me to swallow. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm that was good” you tell me. I tell you that I have to go now but if you ever need help with your PC again just give me a shout. A smile comes over your face as you think of what else you can. "Jon! Jon!" Ruth's shouts turned to murmurs that he silenced by pressing his mouth over hers. He was on top of her, his body stretched full length along hers, his cock pressing hard against her leg. She felt his hand on her sex, touching her, his fingers pressed against her crack. "Any way you want", Ruth said to her lover. Then felt a sudden moment of panic as his finger grazed across her anus. Ruth swallowed hard, she hadn't meant to offer him her ass but she wasn't about to back out. Now come on.”“Come on” Mother reinforced, lending her daughter a hand off the adult-sized chair she insisted on using as a grown-up preschooler. She led them both upstairs. By the time she’d ensured all four little eyelids had closed for the night, Father had cleared the table and was waiting for her on the sofa by the tree. Their looks locked for a silent moment, both grinning like idiots. Wordlessly, Mother flipped out the lights and popped secretively into the downstairs bathroom.Father.