”“Could you cope?”Well, there’s a question. Could I?“I'd have to be here. Would I have to wear this thing when he comes.”“That might be ...alf the fun.”I took a deep breath and poured the wine as she opened the pizza box.“A properly controlled experiment would need one night with the cage and one without and we'd have to have some scoring system to measure the all-around experience.”Okay, so sometimes I get carried away with science, there’s no way this could be some sort of sociology experiment.. " I wish Mom could have lived to see this," said Jessica. I couldn't help it. I let out a snarky laugh."But Dad," she said, looking at me strangely after my laugh. "You were there with her in the end. And you said such nice things to her. My heart melted." I chortled and Darla smiled at them and told them they could follow us to our house.Darla had called our favorite restaurant before the funeral and arranged for a meal to be catered. She quickly set the table as the kids and I made small. ..did she know I was awake?Then I felt a warm hand on my balls, gently cupping them and massaging them, I heard her breathing change. She was getting horny. She then moved to my cock. gently taking hold, she began to wank it, the hardness starting. It wasn't before long before it was full length and thickness. I heard her whisper "Oh my God" in awe.I stirred slightly, pretending of course. Then the covers came back slowly, she obviously wanted to see my hard cock. No. she lowered her. Rebecca turned her head at the touch and began to kiss my hands tenderly as I looked down at my cock, which was enshrouded by Rebeccas now red cheeks. Your so beautiful, I moaned as I reached round my left hand to cup her jiggling breast. My cock by now was easily sliding in and out of her tight pussy due to the large amounts of warm pussy juices that coated my dick. I leaned in a little closer to Rebecca, so my face was centimetres from her neck as I placed my other hand on top of hers on the.