I'll be lying on top of her, using her glorious tits for a pillow. We'll both go to sleep that way, and we're usually still there when Daddy gets home... Then, while he's quietly fucking Mommy to make her feel better, she'll tell him what I did wrong."Shaking her head she said, "The worst of all, though, is when I disobey Daddy and he has to spank me. I told you yesterday that he can't let his emotions out. Punishing me almost kills the poor guy..." Lowering her voice she said, "I guess that's. Mother had a handful of panties by this time andtook my hand, walking toward the cash register. She stopped at theperfume counter on the way and picked up a couple of bottles. Shesmelled at the caps, found a floral bubblegum smelling perfume andspritzed it at me. She asked me if I liked the smell. I don't think Ihad a choice and just nodded my head. It did smell good. She had mestand next to her as she made the panty and perfume purchases and thentook me by the hand and out we walked again,. We certainly weren't prudes, not by a long shot. We didn't attend church every Sunday, nor did Sue dress provocatively when we went out either. Nor did either one of us openly flirt with our friends, or give anyone hint at the very wild, very erotic side of our mutually expressed fantasies and desires. Those things we managed to keep a secret, between ourselves.No, there was nothing kinky or extra ordinary about Mr. and Mrs. Zachery (Zach) Jones that anyone would ever have a clue or be. My fingers were no strangers to her vagina we had often started our love making like this way; I knew that if I could find her erogenous spot she would be mine. “No stop it” she whispered, “I've told you, Barry has just cum in me.” But there was little conviction in her voice; by now my trousers were undone and my hard cock was in my other hand; I bent my knees slightly and positioned the head of my penis against her pussy as I pulled my fingers out. I stood up and my prick slipped effortlessly.