”“Okay. Got a pencil and some paper?” She went scampering off to her bedroom. I looked at my wife, who was smirking at me. “I was really looki...g forward to that nap.”She glanced down the hallway to see if the kids were in earshot, and then replied, “I remember when you used to say sleep was for pussies.”“And I remember what you used to say sleep was for.” I waggled my eyes at her, and she blushed.Riley came back down the hall and Kelly said, “We can talk about that later. Help your daughter. ” “I’ve never seen a boy’s penis before. I wish there was lighter so I could see it better. Is it okay if I touch it?” Could she touch it? Oh, God, why such stupid questions at this point. I took her hand and guided her all the way to my hot shaft and she was quite puzzled at it being so hot. I gasped at the touch and jerked my hips in reaction. She pulled her hand back and asked, “Did I hurt you?” “No,” I stammered. “It just felt so good for someone else to touch me that I couldn’t help the. Erotic.For the next several minutes, I just stood where I was, playing with my nipples and losing myself in the strange new sensations that were coming from them. Then without consciously thinking about it, I started rubbing at my breasts. A moment later, I pulled my hands away, suddenly feeling embarrassed at my lack of self control."Oh man" I mumbled, blushing in embarrassment over my actions, though unable to take my mind off of the curiosity I was still feeling, and the temptation to. As she came back down, she swirled her tongue about the puckered opening and was rewarded with a moan and a slight elevating of the hips.“Are you going to suck your brother’s cum out of my ass?” The hips came up a bit more. “Do it,” Angelina moaned, “fuck my ass with your tongue. Taste what your brother did to me.”There was no recrimination in the voice, no disgust at the taboo nature of what was being said. It was pure hedonism, the obvious desire to have her divine arse worshiped by a.