We were never really too terribly forced into traditionalgender roles around the home. We also didn't have any exposure to religionmany have in a smal... town. Of course part of the reason the gender roleswere never enforced strictly was that my parents weren't very good atguidance in general. My father was more for focusing of pot as a copingmechanism for the PTSD he ended up with after being drafted into Vietnam.My mother was always a bit self-absorbed and oblivious to the harm herunfiltered. "Lauralee drew the delectable cockhead into her mouth and slid it across her tongue, dripping her cheeks in to caress it as the knob reached back into the velvet chalice of her throat. She wished she had been there to see this man screwing Bettina for the first time; she wanted to see it now, to become a vicarious participant in the abandoned, provocative loving between father and daughter. So she only bobbed her head up and down a few times, teasing the prick shamelessly with her. With my ass raised I could feel the man’s cum seeping out my ass and running down my ass crack and over my balls.“Man look at the cum run out of his pussy. Get a picture of it instructed Gabe.I tried to struggle free but could not. Gabe turned my head sideways so my face would show in the picture. Not only did they take a ‘still’ picture, but they videoed it as well. Looking at the TV I could see my ass semi-gaped opened with cum seeping out of it and down my balls and cock. The warm cum caused. Your bikini bottom are all that are left as I stand back up running my lips back across you; stomach, breast, then neck. Standing, I remove my shorts so I am nude to bring you back into my arms. We spend more time kissing something we seem not to tire; which I am glad. Even as we stand in loving clutch we talk and talk. Somehow yearning ultimately gets in the way and we retire to our bed. You lay back looking at me in the eyes holding both hands out in front to welcome me to join you. Lying.