” “I know, right,” she piped back, the growing happiness expressed openly in the tone of her voice. “What an awful birthday!” Krista pou...ed us each a glass of wine and joined me in the living room. I started to feel a little weird, as the two of us had never really been together alone before, but her carefree mood quickly put me at ease. We discussed school and work, but somehow the topic of conversation always came back to Sam. “So it really doesn’t bother you when he dances with. More importantly, it looked like she still wanted more of the delight he was giving her. She wanted more of her son.Dad looked at me in rage. Immediately, and, to my amusement my naked cock had again turned very hard and erect, listening to everything my mom had to say. My dad too had noticed it.It was obvious he could make out I was better hung than him, and easily was double his size. There was the pain of a wronged man in his eyes, and the fire for rightful revenge. It was as if he was ready. Oh! My! God! What do I do? Just go for it! Give her the green light!I reach behind. She feels lovely. Smooth, warm and wonderfully soft. My eyes half close, letting my body focus on only touch. My hands tremble, my breath fast. I reach further, pulling her to me, returning her embrace.Our eyes meet again. Hers show relief and joy, mine say, "Yes."Lana traces her fingers along the lace trim of my bra, she feels the rise and fall of my breasts. My palms and fingers explore her thighs, the curves. The sanctity of our marriage was already tarnished, four times. What difference if we used our bed. I climbed into the bed and hung my head over the side, like I had the dining table, the mattress soft instead of hard.“I need to practice,” I told him. “Feed me your cock.”Marco didn’t need to be told twice; once was sufficient. He put his prick in my mouth and started pushing towards my throat. It reached the point I wanted to gag, but remembering Giovanni’s instructions, I swallowed, the.