"Her hand had worked my dick up to its hardest form, and I wasn't in the speaking mood as she edged her face closer and closer to it.I got a vibe from...her that told me she was working herself up to do it, but she didn't really want to, or at least not to me anyway. So before she could commit herself, I said her name and locked my eyes on hers to form an empathic connection.I felt her deep desire for something or someone pushing her to do what she had to do to get my help. I refrained from using. Push({"serve": {}});Jaq gasped slightly, but my clit-licking had herspreading her legs wide, and the gentle motion I wasusing clearly felt good. But it wasn’t really workingthe way I desired.By some miracle of coordination that I can’t quiteexplain, mainly because I don’t remember it too clearly,I managed to grab the olive oil from the cabinet and getthe cap off it. I only meant to use a little, just tomake it easier to get my finger up into her ass, but Iended up basically. "What?" I said.Dad looked at Mom and said, "I think we were both a little worried that you might get carried away with these new abilities of yours," he said.Mom continued, "I don't think we have to worry about that with Bev around."I grunted something, pretending it bothered me. Deep down, I knew they were right."So you two think I should keep her, then," I said.I got punched in the shoulder and Bev said, "You better!"I took her hand and kissed it. Good move, if I say so myself."Speaking of. They’d fuck up my balance when I am fucking’ She straddled my body, pressing her wonderful soft breasts against my chest and kissed me. Her nipples were still hard. My cock stirred.‘You know,’ she continued, a little shyly, ‘You’re better in bed than my husband’‘Oh Rita! I still can’t believe I’m fucking you.’‘You’ve got a natural talent.’‘On the other hand . . .’ I grew completely stiff as Rita moved her pelvis, rubbing her thick pubic thatch over my penis. ‘That giant cock of his feels great.