One morning he called to me to help him, 'What is it daddy', I asked, poking my head into his room from the slightly ajar door?'I need to piss sweethe...rt', he said, and like I mentioned, bodily functions from our c***dhood and my subsequent University Education in Medicine, made me immune to embarrassment, I'll get a pan Dad', and I went into the bathroom, where it was, I had emptied it that night and left it there.I picked up the pan and went back into Dad's room, even in the darkness I found. Their eyes locked as she sucked him slowly. He whispered sweet nothings to her as she sucked him and played with his balls. “That’s it, Mia, suck me off. Damn, it’s not my girlfriend sucking me anymore, it’s my wife. I am so glad I get to call you my wife. You look so hot sucking me off like this. I love the way you do that. It feels so good.” She loved when he spoke to her during sex, she just loved his voice. She was as deeply in love with him as she was when she first met him, even though at. Her first orgasm came within minutes of pumping me in and out of her. She opened her eyes only to find I had removed her nightgown and hadn’t a clue what had happened since she climbed on top of me. She pressed herself against my balls and just rocked her hips back and forth as my mouth was locked on her breast. I could feel my cock sliding repeatedly against her cervix, the wetness from her pussy dribbling down my balls, and knew this would be the best sex of my life. Out of nowhere a second. This was going to be quite a ride, he thought."Hey, Shell-Head, could you get a move on?" Hank was looking over Jan’s shoulder at Iron Man. The desperation was apparent on his face. He had refrained from fucking her, but his hips were starting to thrust slowly, and he was beginning to redden from the exertion of holding back. "I don’t know how much more I can take." Okay, Hank. Okay."Removing his finger from Jan’s ass, he guided his cock to her puckered orifice. Placing a hand on her cheek for.