“Or, depending on your personal morals, you could let me fuck you?”“That ain’t gonna happen, Richard,” with my blouse now off. I’m standin... a meter from my naked son, in only a lacy bra, with panties and a pair of sky blue slacks. Oh yeah, he had a hardon with a hand on it, just keeping it hard enough so we could talk.“Here is what’s going to happen, Richard. Get your hand moving, and I will remove my bra and you can come on my breasts all you want. After that, we clean up, and never talk about. I felt the front of her toenail contact my incisors. As she adjusted downward, her nail clicked as it left my teeth to go deeper. Please. Rape. I felt the girth of her toe as she slowly invaded the inner sanctum of my mouth with the southern-most tip of her body. My resistance spent, I allowed the volume of her seemingly massive toe to gently press my teeth apart. I opened and gave her full access. Her toe floated without further contact until I felt my left cheek bottom against the. As the week wears on, my wife appears to be slightly more at ease andmore willing to discuss it with me. I do need to talk and I think shedoes really.She has expressed concern at the rapid development of my breasts andasked if I was overdoing the hormones.I told her that the level I am taking is a recommended in the regime Iam on and that the Doctor told me not to change it until I see himagain, this Friday in the morning.I am secretly delighted at the development, which is exceeding. "We'd be more comfortable there, don't you think?" With that, we all adjourned to the bedroom. The girls lay down on the bed and spread their legs for us, affording us a beautiful view of two wet, willing pussies. Dick and I looked at each other, our cocks now oozing pre-cum. "Why don't I take Louise, and you take Liz?" he suggested. "That way, we can make it a sort of training session."Well, that made sense. Dick and Liz were still "black bands," and despite their natural talents for fucking,.