I felt my face getting redder now. “my son is a lucky man.” Still looking at my body, though now looking lower at what I was sure was my freshly s...aved pussy. “Thanks Eric.” I said as I started drying myself off. I noticed Eric still hadn’t moved. I looked back up and saw him still watching me.That’s when I had an idea. What if Eric got me pregnant? His genetics would be so similar to his sons that no one would ever know he was the real father, would they? It would be like the perfect sperm. I want to show you how much I desire you.”Grace untied the sash and let the robe fall to the floor. Then she said, “You haven’t had the chance to shower yet. How about we head into the bathroom. I can wash your back and your front.”“Are you suggesting I need to shower because I smell like the horse?” he asked, feigning offense.“No, I’m suggesting that I want to take advantage of you in the shower,” she answered playfully. “Now, are you going to make me wait? Or do you want to go from semi-hard. Her moans of pleasure, as the bed creeked---or were it the floorboards? I had been asked to assist, so I had to. I lowered my face to where they were joined together. The aroma was so heady, the smell of their lovemaking. I ventured a lick. Then another. Soon I was fully immersed, as I paid homage to their love union. Yes, to put it crudely, I was licking & kissing their fuck! I was giving their lovemaking not just my approval, but by worshipping it, was giving this couple my blessing---this. Michelle and I scampered onto the sand before another wave could drench us, laughing at ourselves for being so naïve. After catching our breath I asked if she would like to have the picnic lunch she had prepared. She giggled delightfully and suggested a spot not too far from where we stood. I half-heartedly agreed but suggested an alternative. "How about we go up there?" I pointed toward the top of the cliff. "What? Up There? I mean, what is up there and how could we possibly get there without.