Needless to say after a few years of being married to Lori I knew she would always keep the spark going in our sex life.Fast forward a few years and o...r sex life was still fucking amazing!We had tried alot of stuff I thought I never would.Foot jobs, pegging/prostate play, public sex, mutual masturbation, edging, rimming each other, she had no limits and I was slowly figuring out that I had none either.One evening we were naked on the sofa watching porn and we were masturbating for each other,. I’ll let you decide exactly who is “Guilty” as my story of last weekend progresses.In keeping with my false name, I’m going to withhold a lot of personal details. All I’ll say is that I left my west Yorkshire home town to go to university a little over two years ago. And that, flying visits aside, I haven’t been back since. Not that I fell out with my parents or anything . . .Not really.And I definitely did not fall out with my daddy!At this stage (conscious I’m sounding like a lady of much. ’ A hesitation, then: ‘Maw, don’t you think I should have boots to wear? It don’t look right, me having bare feet.’ Miriam’s heart filled with sympathy. She hated any of her children going around with nothing on their feet. It was a symbol of their poverty, an indication of their failure to do more than wrest a meagre living from the prairie. Over the years Charley had done his best to improve the conditions in which they lived and the sod house had begun to look more like a home. Miriam’s. " If I never cum again, my life will have been worthwhile."We exchanged similar enthusiastic announcements of happiness, until Julia reached across to her vanity and retrieved a box of tissues. She removed my rubber, carefully wrapped it in a tissue and dropped in her wastepaper basket. Then she cleaned my cock with a couple more. I helped by lying still and basking in my happiness.Julia was about to start cleaning herself when I remembered Mom's "Pussy Juice" talk. I called, "Stop!" What?.