. it was just a fantasy.I never counted on my twins, much as King Henry II never counted on those knights that slew Thomas Becket when he uttered the ...otorious lament, “Who will rid me of this turbulent priest?” Just as he should have known his audience, though, so should I. It was just a fantasy, but for Tracy, it was going to be a nightmare. The twins, after all, didn’t have to work for a living, and the saying was perhaps a bit truer than usual that “idle hands are the Devil’s workshop.” I. That's all. Just don't throw it in my face. I couldn't deal with that again. Please."She studied me, and it seemed she was looking for something she recognized, in the deep recesses of my eyes. Whatever she saw appeared to frighten her and she turned away.I walked away without looking back and then I closed the den door behind me.So, that set the pace for our happy family life; I was miserable, Ashley was miserable, and our children knew something was not right between their mom and dad, but. "Spurts of warm, salty watery spunk ran down my throat and I lapped it up, sucking and rubbing, making sure to milk him dry. I pulled his cock out and slapped it across my face a couple of time before finally licking and sucking the tip for the last traces of his man juice. I sat on the floor looking up at him with a twinkle in my eyes as I wiped my mouth. He was looking back down at me with a smile and a glimmer of love in his eyes. He helped me to my feet before putting his trousers back on,. This happened on subsequent journeys and because I liked looking at his cock we invariably stopped at the same woods to use the clearing and would pee together, watching each other and flagrantly waving our cocks before zipping up. Then one day we were going for our pee and he asked if he could hold my cock while I did it, and after a moment’s hesitation I said it was OK as I felt quite turned on by the idea, and he held me in his warm hand as my steam of pee shot out, but at the same time I.