They each eventually got married and had children of their own. They’re grandparents now. Mom and Dad both taught family values to all of us. I gues... I didn’t listen too well to that part of my upbringing. When I asked Dad what he thought I might be doing in the future he would always smile and tell me we would talk later. Dad and I were like best buds. In fact as far back as I can remember he always called me Buddy instead of Bud. **** A lot of readers might have a hard time relating to my. "Yes!" I screamed, as I collapsed forward, another body-shattering orgasm hitting me.Rich kept flooding my cunt with his cum before he pulled out and ordered, "Eat, faggot." Yes, sir," my husband eagerly agreed, as I felt cum leaking out of me, and then his tongue lapping it all up: my cum, Rich's cum."Yes, eat all that cock cum, you cum-eating, sissy faggot," I demanded, sensing the name calling would turn him on."Yes, honey," he said, between licks.After a couple of minutes, my double orgasm. Bella cringed. Raphael quickly oiled Bella’s arms and shoulder area before making his way to her breasts. Again he groped her breasts. His hands were drenched in oil as he squeezed them. He seemed to be playing with them more so then applying oil.To Bella’s relief, his hands slid off her breasts and made their way down her sleek stomach. Bella looked down at her body. The oil really did make it shine in the light. Raphael reached her thighs. He started applying the oil to the inside of her. His right hand went around my neck and rested on my shoulder. He pulled me towards him.His hot breath was touching my cheeks now. He turned my face towards him and touched my earlobe with his hot lips. I shivered. This was too much tempting. I could not control my emotions. I fully turned towards him and the next movement our lips met. He took control of my full lips and started kissing me passionately. I too responded spontaneously, allowing him to put his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues met.