" He started whispering how much I would love it and promised he'd be slow and gentle. I very nearly weakened and just told him to fuck me there and t...en." But you didn't?" I asked. It wasn't easy to keep the nerves out of my voice. I'd now seen that thing and I just wondered if anything would be the same again if that happened."No darling, I didn't. But it's something we need to talk about." she replied. "Okay, now?" "If you'd like." she said. "Do you want me to start?" Please," I replied.She. I know better than to stop without being told and hope my husband will end this soon. To my surprise, he notices our son’s renewed condition. He moves behind me and holds my head in his hands.“Go ahead and fuck her face. Don’t worry she can take it all. She’s been sucking my cock almost every day since we’ve been married,” Tom tells our son.Mitch starts off gently at first, just sliding slowly in and out. I keep the suction going and lick the head as he pulls out, hoping to finish this as soon. She was a woman. Even if she promised Kurt that she didn’t want to fuck me—didn’t want to have my daughter—the moment she passed me on her march to the aisle, she caught a whiff of my pheromones. It triggered her body to start ovulating.To go into heat and crave my futa-cum.Now she was two rooms down the hall from me, waiting. She had a hot pussy between her thighs in need of being bred. She needed my futa-cum pumping into her. She needed that rapture flooding through her body.I couldn’t deny. I wrapped my arms around her pulled her in tight. She spun around so her face was resting on my chest and my now erect dick was pressing slightly into her crotch. I prayed that she didn't notice and I thought she didn't until she looked up and peered into my eyes. With a soft voice she said, "I guess my friends were right. You do have a crush on me. Good cause I like you too." As she said this she grabbed my hand and guided it down her pants to her pussy. "See how wet I am." Then she let go.