On our birthdays and Christmas, we went home to spend the day with Mom and dad, with Dad either overtly or covertly handing me a check, usually for an...obscene amount of money. He's such a softy!The next couple of years went by and in September of 1995, we got a call from Mom. We rushed home to see them taking Dad away in an ambulance. We saw them load him inside, but he was covered up completely.I embraced Mom and Joanie embraced me!"He ... just keeled over kids and it was all I could think of. Finally we decided to meet up at a wine bar in Covent Garden, just to see how things would pan out. We agreed it would be just for a drink and that nothing would happen that night no matter what. I didn't want to push things and also didn't want him regretting any rash decisions after a few drinks. The day came when we’d arranged to meet. We’d chosen a Wednesday night to avoid the crowds that came to Covent Garden on the weekends. I got to the wine bar early, ordered a drink and found a quiet. She let out an involuntary surprised moan as his tongue massaged her nipple and bit her lip in embarrassment before remembering that this was supposed to feel good, and that Rhys would, if anything, take any noises she made as encouragement. Maybe that was the problem – she wasn’t comfortable with the growing realisation that she needed this, perhaps even more than Rhys did.After spending some time with one nipple in her mouth Rhys moved to the other, still holding her behind her thigh keeping. As my daughter pleasured my pussy, my son was vigorously jamming his cock down my throat. It was something which ordinarily I loved doing, but the fact it was Tom's delicious big cock throat fucking me made all the more intense. And I desired so desperately to please him. Tom pulled his cock from my throat, and I took a deep breath before he plunged it back in. With my hand wrapped tightly around the base of his fat cock I was about to suck back down on it when I felt Sarah's mouth crash.