He had a dress shirt without a tie (who wears ties anymore?), and had a strong, clean cut chin.“Hello?” (deep voice), he said with a smile.“Nice...to meet you, sir,” I replied.“No need for the ‘sir’ stuff, I like to think that we will comfortable with one another working together, and this interview should be no different.”I nodded.“Unfortunately, there’s been an unexpected change of plans, and I have to fly to a meeting in another city, but the return flight is tonight, so you can come along and. My own sperm had successfully entered the same egg system that created me! The other sperm died and got washed out of her vagina. Getting back to us in the basement, I slowly pulled my penis out of her vagina that was hugging it. I pulled out all the way, her vagina-lips discontinued to hug it, and went back into a normal clitoris position. There was a stream of cum that was connected from the tip of my dick to the entrance of her vagina, and some of it oozed out as well. Our panting started. The girls had leftfor the evening. The mood was somber. We started to talk about my wifeand daughter, our collective memories of trips to the beach, an artgallery visit to London, a family holiday in Cornwall.I noticed that Rosie was crying, something I had never seen before.However dark her mood, she had always reached for anger, not sorrow. "Iloved her, you know. Really loved her. Her argument with her mother wasabout me. I killed them. It was my fault."I was struck dumb. It all made sense.. Spice there was aplenty in all that he tasted and inhaled, but shame was present too. 'Who?' he asked meekly. I smiled. 'His name is Marcus...he's a handsome black guy from work'. Peter nodded. The haunted look in his eyes was already there. The look that said that he needed to get back to licking me until his head was totally filled with the stuff. Marcus had promised that it was this powerful. He warned that I had to have nerves of steel to manage Peter as we required. The addiction was very.