” Tabhi mummy boli. Ek minute. Mummy wapas uthi aur meri gaand ke ched pe thook dia. Aur lage hath papa ke lund ko muh main le ke saliva laga dia au... boli, “Lo lag gaya lubricant tumhara. Ab jaldi se pelo yaar.”Aur mummy fir kutiya position main aa gayi. Buss fir kya tha. Papa ne uss din jam kar meri gaand maari aur mummy ki choot maari. Kabhi meri gaand main ghusa rahe the to kabhi mummy ki choot main. Meri to cheekhe nikal gayi thi bohot hi zada aur mummy mast thark bhari siskia le rahi. At least so far. I hope a lot more happens." I leaned into my father, planting several soft kisses on his lips. He was still a bit stiff, but eventually returned my embrace. Emboldened, I kissed more forcefully, more like a lover would. Gradually his lips softened and opened, and our tongues met. I draped my arms over his shoulders while my tongue explored his mouth. I felt the towel loosen and drop to expose my tits. The cool air reached my still-damp skin and hardened my nipples. Then as Dad. She was an odd duckfrom the first, reminding me a little of Winona Ryder's role inBeetlejuice. I don't mean to imply that she walked around in blackclothes talking about death, but she did look a little like Winona Ryderwith her dark hair, heavily shadowed eyes, and dark clothing. While notexactly Goth, she leaned that way.That doesn't mean she wasn't attractive; she was, in a very vulnerablesort of way. The dark sweatshirt she wore that night did nothing todisguise a trim figure with large,. Imagine that, you could live again in the future in a vat grown body that was either a perfect copy of your current one or a new one of your own custom design. A girl you knew even insisted she was going to be a cat girl just like in the anime. Another nerd from school insisted he was going to be something called a Draenei futa. With all the hype how could you not go.A very boring hour long talk about the future and humanities role in shaping the earth was followed by a twenty minute session.