” She and Paul laughed at our discomfiture.Lisa said, “If you two don’t get moving, we won’t let you help.”Paul said, “Where is the loss h...re? I can hurry to work my butt off or take it easy and get there in time to watch.” Linda and he grinned. They grabbed coffee and went upstairs and quickly came down dressed to go. Over some more coffee and bites of breakfast, Paul said, “We’ll take Linda’s SUV. What can we load?”Lisa said, “We have clothes and the mattress and box springs. Mitch and Melody. But she was turning into her mom. Beautiful, graceful, everything that her mother was and even a little more. She had my demeanor, and you could see a little of me in her face, but after that she was all her mother. I would have never admitted it then, but by the time she turned 14, I started to find myself having fantasies about her. I was still in control. She’s my little girl and I would never do anything to hurt our relationship despite my desires. But alone in my room at night, I would. I ran and on my way it began to rain drenching me from head to feet.I entered my house, throwing my books, I ran to mom’s room. She was not there. To the kitchen. She was not there either. I ran to the temple where I would get the peace of my mind. The rain lashed against the roof, the glass wondows. There was thundering and lightening. No one in the temple too. I ran to the adjoining hall. What was happening to my life. I was losing my mind. My holy mom was bending before the head priest who. We'd had our share of bi experiences with other guys that included me blowing them and eating their joy juice from my lovely wife's pussy, ass, mouth, you name it.I'm addicted to cum. But I guess you know that already. My beautiful blonde 45-year-old wife with a toned, athletic body makes it easy to be thus. I'd do anything for her and have, loving my rather subservient station in life as her cum receptacle, her sex toy, her sperm catcher, all pet names my beloved wife has for me.There was this.