I slowly opened my mouth and she put her tongue inside my mouth and started exploring. After a while of this, she moved her head away and said, “Adi... I know what I am asking is wrong and I don’t even know why I am doing this. But something about this situation has aroused me strongly. I need you, my son to comfort me, like a man comforts his wife. Do you understand?”I could see her big eyes shining. I was responding automatically. I got up and took off my jeans and T Shirt and lay down in my. She just might recognize the taste, and it wouldn't take a sleuth to track down its source in our household! Now, how on earth would I answer the obvious question, "Why?" if that happened?So first I thought of Coke. My wife doesn't drink it, she drinks iced tea. So one evening I stood at the kitchen counter and poured a can of Coke into a glass to serve up to Ashleigh with dinner. I pulled a vial out of my pocket, opened it, and poured a decent dram or so of slurpy white cum into her glass.This. Her mouth was so filled with spittle it even sounded erotic as she slurped the shaft in and out sinfully. Her resolve seemed to take hold as I felt her mouth fall farther along the meaty tool, I groaned and gripped at the fabric of the sofa with my good hand, my other balled in a fist inside the bandages giving her free reign to take in only what she wanted, this was not the time for me to beg, plead or force…simply enjoy her wondrous mouth…and throat. I felt her throat. Ashley guided a hand of his under the sweatshirt and to the base of her breasts. Jarrad, not needing any further encouragement, cupped first one breast then the other, then rolled a bare nipple between his fingers while Ashley tried to swallow his tongue. Nearby, couples were dancing on the grass to the heavy beat of music blasting from the house. One of the girls took off her shirt and danced in just her bra and jeans. Another, who quite obviously was not wearing a bra, completely unbuttoned.