I sometimes wonder how it would be to see you with another man, maybe a young man.”“How young?”“Say 21.”“Oh Suvendu(hubby’s name), that ...ould be Joy’s age. You want to see me with a man of the age of my son.”“Oh yes, on second thoughts, why don’t you have sex with our son?”“What the fuck are you talking about?”“Oh, come on, Soni, I am sure he won’t object. I have seen the way he looks at you. I am sure he would enjoy fucking you, and so would you.”This roleplay excited Joy tremendously, and I. "It's c-coming, Kelli. Swallow as m-much as you can."She lifted her mouth to say "OK," just as the first spurt came, itleaped up and hit her in the chin. She giggled like a k** playing witha kitten and quickly took my cock back into her mouth and began suckingand swallowing. Her eyes were looking up into mine, questioning... Isthis OK, Hank? Am I sucking it right? Her throat gulped with every pulseof my cock as she, incredibly, swallowed every drop of my come. I felt as if the world had fallen. We did not let ourselves get carried away. She said: ‘How about the senior prom dress?’ I answered: ‘OK.’ She returned wearing it. We hugged again. The only thing under the dress was Brenda. She felt wonderful. I said: ‘I just have to ask: What did you wear to the prom under this dress?’ She asked: ‘A half slip, a strapless bra, panties and pantyhose. Why?’ I replied: ‘If you had worn it like this I could just imagine your date coming in his pants dancing with you.’ She blushed: ‘It’s that sexy. She stood for a moment gazing down at him, wondering how he could look so innocent in his sl**p after what he had done with their daughter. It had taken all her willpower not to give herself away, to act as though everything was still normal. She left him laying there and went to Claire’s room. Claire had kicked off most of her covers and lay with her young body mostly exposed. She was beautiful even in the dim light. Her honey-blonde hair was s**tterd over her face and her pillow while her.