Since I was being fed cock, I was with my mouth open just to catch some breath. He took this as a chance and spat into my open mouth. It wasn’t like...he did it without telling me. It wasn’t like I stopped him. He and I were looking into each other’s eyes while it happened and it wasn’t a forceful spitting. It was conveyed and accepted in terms nonverbal.I had his saliva in my mouth. After this, smiled to me, patted my cheek with the hand he was holding my throat till then. Back again, he was. Our meals were served. Anna had done herself proud by cooking a stuffed beef tenderloin. It was delicious and easily earned compliments from everyone. Karen loved it. When Anna came close to her, she said, "Anna, would you consider giving me the recipe for this? I will cook for Brad after we marry and this is superb." She grinned. "I can tell that he loves it." I was already on my second helping.Anna said, "Miss Karen, I will give you a number of Brad's favorites for a wedding present. I'm so. Sammy: It’s starting to hurt Daddy.Dad: Sorry, we have to do this to get you ready for the Dolly. Sammy begins to understand what the next trick might be. He smiles.Sammy: OK, Daddy.Daddy begins to twist his fingers and ram them deeply into Sammy’s ass. Sammy starts to enjoy it. Sammy remembered that Daddy said that anything he enjoyed was NOT naughty. His smile grew wider as his grunts grew louder. He was ready!Sammy: Dolly, Daddy! Dolly! Please!Daddy kissed Sammy’s sweet butt cheeks. 'I'll just turn off his light and let him rest properly, ' Molly told herself, opening the door quietly. She peered round and saw he was indeed asleep - but one part of him most definitely wasn't. The head of Jimmy's semi-erect cock twitched slightly as though sensing her presence, stretching itself along his firm thigh, not fully awake as yet, but certainly not as sleepy as its recumbent master. Molly crept carefully around the bed without taking her eyes from the thick muscle twitching.