I mean, there are people you know, you love, you trust right there in the house with you. What more logical than to share sex experience with them?Why...am I writing this? I dunno. I saw some other stories and it seems like this is something I could tell, and explain, though I am not sure I could ever explain it really.Maybe it all started when I was pretty young, because my parents never hid their sexuality from us k**s. I have one younger brother, his name is ... let's call him Sean. I always. If he is single and she is married, why are they exclusive ? Turns out the other hens 'let her have him' and don't interfere in their conversations. I was looking at his 'family picture album' and it confirmed my worse suspicions- it looked like some college k**'s memories. Now all the evidence pretty much fell into my lap. While the k**s nap and the game is on, I'm in the den, quietly looking through family albums when I start to see my wife in shit loads of pictures. She is usually dressed. Half of Morgan's body was still on top of Christian, her arms around his neck. She had a huge smile on her face. His hands were on the small of her back and the feel of them pressing against her naked flesh sent shock waves of excitement through her body. "I always liked seeing you smile,” he admitted, smiling. Joy filled every inch of her once again and she leaned up to place a softer, more passionate kiss on his lips. She took her time, slowly sliding her tongue between and along his lips,. Gathering up my offerings I headed to her house one lonely weekend. Upon my arrival she greeted me with a long kiss accoimpanied by a stroke on my cock through my jeans. I couldn’t wait to show her one of my movies. But things would have to wait as she had k**s that would have to go to bed first and it was only 7 o’clock in the evening. The minutes dragged on until finally, the little buggers were in bed asl**p and she and I could have some alone time. Crawling under the sheets with her I.