Some guys are not good kissers. They merely press their lips against yours and hope for the magic to percolate forth. Others are still squeamish about...kissing a guy. Old cultural taboos die hard. Steve suffered from neither of these disabilities. His lips melted into mine, and then our bodies followed as I grabbed him and brought him down to sit next to me, all the while our lips were locked. I held him and wrapped my arms around him and buried my tongue deep in his mouth. His tongue. Clear liquid seeping from the tiny vaginal opening and dripping down, moistening the crack of her ass and the tight pink rosebud between her cheeks. She lets out a moan saying " Please John, stop, I love my husband." Amy sighs as I lower my head to her crotch and tenderly kiss her creamy inner thighs and then plant a kiss on each of her hairless lips. I start lapping at her pussy, gently flicking her clitoris with my tongue, savoring the sweet tangy taste of her juices. Amy begins moaning,. “I know you have it in you, dad. I saw you roughly fuck mom twice now and that’s not your usual way. But this will be a really big challenge for you. I want you to pretend to be the most crass, nasty, self absorbed, selfish asshole you can imagine. Whatever you’d say or do in almost any situation, you need to say or do the opposite as this person.”“So instead of saying your mom is beautiful, I’d say she’s ugly. I guess I can do that.”“Well dad, you think mom is beautiful, but you say something. Seeing that, he completed the maneuver on his own and dove into his wife’s pussy to eat all my sperm from her. After a few seconds I leaned over and licked his ass and perineum because it seemed the polite thing to do. At that tongue lashing, Hubby was a wildman in his wife’s pussy, she was soon moaning and writhing, working up another head of steam. He kept eating her and I was working hubby’s ass with my fingers. She had a little cum and then demanded that he fuck her. I eagerly helped them.