I asked if I should go hard on her. She told I like this. I used to always think of erotic sex.I then put my fingers on her lips. She also started fee...ing my cock getting harder. She started rubbing her ass on my cock. I pulled her towards me. I kissing her cheeks. I then went to her lips. By then I could her pulling her saree up from her legs. I stopped her and put her hands around me. She then turned and we smooched for minutes together. She gave the best soft smooch. I put my hand to feel. I got up and went inside with my hard,nine inch cock leading the way."But Dad! Don't you want to fuck him,Dad? I bet T wants to. Don't you T? I know I want to fuck his ass Dad,but I don't know how! Aren't you going to show me how?"I listened as T told them to "Go to your room and keep on having fun,Boys." Then I watched their cute little,bare bottoms go running past me and down the hall."James. Neither you nor I have asked either one of Those Two Boys to do a single thing. Think about it. This. “Oh, Steve-O, I was just checking to see if you had any more Windex in your storage closet,” mom said.I scratched my head, unable to fathom why my mother would need Windex since we had a housekeeper come to clean every Friday.“No Windex in here, Mom,” I said, trying to usher her out back into the hallway towards the living-room where I could turn on the television and distract her while I fixed the lock on my dungeon’s door.“Well, I need Windex to clean Armani’s nose prints from my window,” she. We packed up; Tom showed Grace the way of bundling the staysail into a sausage and hoisting it up the stay and we left Reminder all snug to be home by ten o'clock. Hot shower, together ... bliss. Followed by making love and eight or nine hours of undisturbed sleep.Laying in bed in the morning, snuggling together, caressing each other; not really thinking about it, but the sensations seeping into awareness and enhancing the pleasure"I love you," Grace said, quietly."And I love you too." I know..