Wouldn’t that be nice?”Mark remembered Jake’s ‘cinnamon’ wife very fondly. She didn’t look like cinnamon. Her skin was the color of cocoa....She tasted like cinnamon. The memory made his cock swell even more inside his daughter, whom he had been fucking when his wife asked the question.“I think so, Honey, but it’s hard to think when I’m this hard. It’s also hard to talk when you keep pushing that cream pie in my face--not complaining, mind you.”“Is it hard to talk when I am licking your balls. Raven let out a sigh of relief and Slade suddenly stopped and pulled himself out. Once again, he drank in the image of her naked body. He felt pleased with what he had done to her. Another deadly smile formed on his twisted mouth.“Do I disgust you, Raven?” He asked in a sinisterly playful voice. He focused on her chest, grabbed her tits and squeezed them. “I'll bet you...that I can do worse.” Removing his hands from her chest, Raven felt almost relieved for a moment as he was no longer. ’I tried not to hurry, taking off my clothes. I was supposed to be an experienced member of this sexually hyperactive family, after all. When I was naked; I positioned myself between Jan’s raised and spread wide thighs. Jan reached for my cock, which had been hard from the moment I had seen father and daughter fucking. She guided me into her warm wetness. The stretching Jon had given her allowed my cock to slip right in with hardly any resistance. I had only performed a few strokes in and out. “Yes,” she replied.“But do you like the way it makes you feel?” he asked.“Yessss,” she replied. Then her face flushed. Why did she just tell him that?“Do you want me to stop touching you?”“No. Yes.”“Which is it?”“Both,” she replied. “I want you to touch me more because it feels so good, but I want you to stop because it’s not right and driving me crazy.”“But is your reaction to my touch appropriate or inappropriate?” he whispered.“Inappropriate.”“So, we’re both being inappropriate?” he.