Maybe daddy was right. Maybe I would relax enough to enjoy anal. I surely did after daddy moved his hand and started feeling my pussy. I felt my pussy...juice flow out as his finger slowly swept through my sexual lips. Then when he found my erect clit, that was all I needed to relax. Daddy knew just how to pet my clit not only just to make me orgasm, but also to relax my asshole with him inside it. As soon as daddy began massaging my clit, my anal muscle relaxed and I felt his cock go all the way. They lodged in the backs of our throats and on our tongues. And when particular pheromones reached us, we took lovers, greedy for their essences to also lodge in our throats and on our tongues.With those tongues, we tasted. We opened our mouths and brought the world into them. We imbibed and consumed. We tasted life and love and youth. Sometimes it was too much and we vomited. But when that happened, our friends held our hair back and nursed us back to adventure with laughs and the. We both laughed, and I thought I saw a twinkle in her eyes. The thought of her naked sprang into my mind and my cock sprang into life and the tray shifted. I grabbed at the tray saying I'd knocked it and Jacky stood and took the tray from my lap. My erection was making a tent of the sheet and she stood staring at it. Her face and neck going bright red.Jacky put the tray down and knelt by the bed. She put her hand on my chest and was running her hand through the wiry hair. She then moved her. I was on my bike and out the yard before she could change her mind. I’d had enough wood stackin’ for one day. Town was about 4 miles up the 2 lane gravel road and wasn’t nothin’ but a general store, a church and a little schoolhouse. I passed the school on the way and seen Miz Jean spoonin’ with some feller back behind the big oak. I reckon they thought nobody could see ’em, but I sure could and wheeled over in time to see him kissin’ the back of her neck, reachin’ around from behind to squeeze.