”Terry laughed. “Bless you, Grace! That’s a super idea. I’ll pick you up at eleven tomorrow. No-oh! Don’t get all bossy about petrol. It’s...no distance and I know where to park without paying their exorbitant fees.”“A very Shylock indeed.”“Right!”They both chuckled.OK, see you at eleven tomorrow morning. Night-night, Grace. Sleep well.”“And you, Terry. ‘Bye!”Both were smiling happily. Grace added a little jig.The trip to Sandwell Valley Park was another success. They walked for an hour and a. But then he thought some more, and realised it. It was his own fault. The previous morning, when Josh had made his father orgasm, he’d wish that “whoever’s in the shower in there will have an intense, minute-long orgasm”. And that spell was still in effect. While it had certainly helped him burn off some of the arousal he’d built up that morning making out with Ruth, it did mean that whenever his mother, father and sister had used the shower since yesterday morning they’d all been subjected to. "Well if a guy was doing that. Wouldn't his nose be right by her butthole?" So?" Lisa asked."That can't be good right?" I keep my asshole very clean thank you very much." Haley told him."I don't know. I don't see the advantage of doing that." Oh apparently there are many advantages. It lines the tongue up directly to the girl's clit, and it also allows the juices to flow over the vagina instead of off it." I've had guys do it to me. It's awesome." Lisa said.Haley sighed discouraged. "I can't. Waise mujhe kiss krna or chut chatna bhttt psnd. Uske baad m uske gale pe kiss krne lga wo bhttt jaada hot ho gai thi uski panty puri geeli ho chuki thi wo boli jaan ab brdaash ni hota jo krna h jldi kro maine uski saare utaar di ab wo sirf peticoad blouse mai thi mai uske gale pe kiss kr raha tha tb tk usne meri shirt khol di or pent bi utaar di fir maine use kaha bina haath use kie kapde utaarne h maine apne muhh se uska blouse khol dia or fir apne muhh se uska peticoat bi utaar dia ab wo.