He gargled it, wiggled his tongue up and down, sucked it back and forth. Debbie sensually ran her hand along his cheek."Mmmmm...how did I get blessed ...ith such a kinky fucking son?"David swallowed in a big gulp. He opened his mouth to show it mostly empty except for some of the stickier strands webbed across his tongue, and cheeks. "This isn't where the kink ends." Oh really?" Debbie asked as she raised an eyebrow. "And what else does my baby boy like?" She lay down on her side and propped. It wasn't until our daughter was born that he took more of an interest in my boobs. Actually, it wasn't my tits that he was infatuated with. He had become a lactophiliac. It was the act of lactation that enthralled him.Burping our daughter, he takes her from me and carries her back to the nursey before returning to our room.*Climbing back into bed, it doesn't take long for things to heat up. His kiss is all it took to spark the tender. The smoldering passions quickly burst into flame. Sleep. We shared the heavy work of building walls and laying out beds, and I was left to dig these over and spread dung over them in preparation for the spring planting. Near the back of the garden a stone potting shed with a glass house attached had been built against the dividing wall between the two houses. Beyond the shed but before the back wall there was a doorway in the dividing wall, although judging by the build-up of compost at the bottom, many years had passed since it was last opened. He smirks as he notices the liquid shimmering down my thigh. I gasp as he slowly strokes the opening of my pussy, his fingers coating themselves in my juice. He plunges them into me, stroking deeply, making me whimper silently as I try to hold in the moans. With his other hand, he unbuttons his khakis before pulling them down enough to expose his cock. He continues to stroke my neck, yet as he does he pulls my head down towards his dick and instantly I wrap my lips around his hot shaft. Sliding.