I open the fridge, which has exactly and only the items I’m looking for: orange juice, eggs, cheese, bacon, half-and-half, and coffee. Ja provides, ... start the kettle. I get on the internet and check my e-mail. There’s a letter from Black Sheep Publishing House, apparently they want some changes to: ‘Fuck the World.’ ‘You do it,’ I fire off. The next letter is from Titania, the lesbian mother of my biological child. Apparently, Maude has spoken her first word, which is ‘Fuck.’ Smart girl. . The climax lasted for what seemed like several minutes. As it subsided, I pulled free and Megan flipped on to her back with legs spread wide to expose her freshly fucked pussy. The white cream of my seed dribbled from within. “Eat me,” she said in a desperate voice. No further invitation was needed. I got down between Megan’s heavy thighs and lapped at her dripping puss. Our mingled flavours filled my mouth. After exploring my wife’s slit thoroughly with my tongue, I began lapping at her. " Whatever happens will be alright with me." But..." Catherine my love, the one major thing I received from the relationship that I had with my mother and sister, apart from truly sharing their love, was an understanding of how to give pleasure to a woman. How to be confident enough in myself to allow a woman to see the real me, no games and no false actions or images of myself, they gave me the ability to give myself truly and completely to the woman I love, ultimately to you. I have no hang. I slowly and carefully reached down and slid my fingers into my panties. I wanted to take them off but I feared if I moved too much it would cause him to stop, and I didn’t want that. I was wet, nearly soaked. I couldn’t believe how such a simple touch could get me so aroused. I touched my clit and felt the sparks fly through my body. I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over, but I didn’t want to rush either. I spread my legs as wide as I could without hitting my husband and began to rub..