“Maybe I feel the need to bed every guy who comes along!”I chuckled, “You implied a certain level of innocence.”“What? The comment about nev...r tasting it? Just because I never let a guy put his thing in my mouth doesn’t mean I’m a nun!”“And you’ve decided now that it’s a taste you want to acquire?” I smirked.“After eating fish eggs and ground duck liver? Could it be worse?”“Hmm. It probably is worse than pâté, but better than caviar.”“What?!” she gasped, her eyes flying wide. “You’re bi?”“Oh. "Now you stop that this instant!"Trying to push him away from her pussy. This caused Hotdog to growl in a menacing fashion, and snapping at her fingers. Betty pulled back her fingers. She had never in her life heard Hotdog growl at anybody, much less her. This new development frightened her more than anything. As for Hotdog, he simply returned to his own pleasure under his nose.She tried a number of times to shove Hotdog away from her, only to be met with the same menacing reaction. Betty just. I can't let you cum without me, I need this. I reach between my legs, gently pressing my finger to my clit. It's hard and hot. I rub in small gentle circles, my lips parting, my juice leaking along my slit. You stop, in complete stillness you watch my finger slide between my pussy lips, spreading the wetness, pushing at my hole. I watch as you get to your knees looking around you and quickly unzip, releasing your engorged cock. You hold the base tightly, the wet head glistening in the sun.I. We had talked on the phone almost every day, and we would secretly meet at out of the way pleases. We would fuck nonstop for hours; and the sex was always so good. Yes I guess you can say that I was having an out and out affair with my own mother.Things at home between dad and I were okay, we still made love at our regular pace, and the sex was still good, and on some days even better. But I think even daddy could tell that something was still not quite right. It would all come to ahead one day.