*****With his mouth.And so, it shall be. He reclined on my bed. On his back. Vulnerable. His wrists strapped down, spread far from his body. His ankle..., still in those boots I find so irresistible, spread equally, locked down.A tight black t-shirt. Black jeans. A belt -- hanging open a little, the buckle silver.And a tight black velvet blindfold.His eyes protested when I brought it out. But I said, softly, "All you need is your mouth."And he nodded. Swallowed. Closed those innocent eyes.And was. I wanted to fuck my baby girl so badly, I could taste it! I was stroking hard, making my own bed rock and thump against the same wall, not giving a god damn if Emmie could hear me masturbating. Fuck it all to hell, I wanted her to hear! I wanted to fuck my daughter's virgin cunt and I wanted her to know it!I don't know if it was happenstance or fate, but we had our orgasms together. We both groaned loudly."...fuck me daddy! fuck my hot cunt daddy!... aaaahhhhhh..." ...fuck me Emmie! fuck me .... Smitha too undressed completely and kept on sucking my dick. Shivani’s boobs were softer than any pair of boobs I’d ever fondled. I loved every second of it. I sucked, squeezed, pinched, bit those boobs…I even spanked them. Shivani loved it. I stopped Smitha and as she sat upright, I told both of them to stand up and sucked their boobs simultaneously and together too. Squeezed one, sucked other. It went on for a few minutes and then I sat on the couch, my dick rock hard. Shivani sat on my dick. ’ ‘Do I get to know what kind of gift it will be?’ ‘Absolutely. You’ll get…’ she paused for dramatic effect. ‘…one of my triggers.’ Alex’s eyes were as wide a saucers. ‘Yours…?’ ‘Years ago, before I lost my first family, I used self-hypnosis and audio tapes I recorded to give myself a few post-hypnotic suggestions. They were to be gifts to my first husband and they’re keyed to ‘my husband’s voice.’ That title is yours now.’ Alex was put a little off-balance by this revelation. Finally he.