"Michelle's hand went to the back of her father's head, instinctively guiding his mouth to her little tits, gasping as she pushed her chest to the ple...sure-causing tongue."I love you baby," he whispered in between kisses and suckles.He was no longer cautious; he knew that, like him, his daughter also was feeling aroused and that she wanted much more of this, as badly as he did. As his mouth sucked at the small mounds of tit-flesh, the youngster was breathing fast and heavy.The taut peach-sized. Robert over-ordered a bit this time, but I had no reason to question his choices: he is a master chef in his own right, in addition to being successful businessman. Our kitchen will be rustic, but functional. The larder will stock seasonings, spices and cooking utensils, and pots, pans, etc. If desired, a chef can come in and cook breakfast, lunch and/or dinner. We don’t mind fixing our own meals, just the way we want them, when the urge hits us. I asked about the bill of fare, for the weekend.. Lynn was laying on her side looking at me with a smile and her top leg lifted to show off her best part. Erin was facing Lynn across the open spot where I had been sleeping. Erin was asleep, and our small wife was glued to her back and had a hand between Erin’s butt cheeks. I could only guess where her hand was resting. I made a mental note to take a sniff of Blossom’s hand before she got in the shower. I shook the bed and woke up my sleeping wives.“Hey you lazy women! Get up we are having. .I think she just needs a little...nudge.”“A nudge?” I ask.“Noah, do you have any Oedipal issues? Are you sexually attracted to your mother Noah?”“What!?” I exclaim. “NO! Of course not!”“Good. Sorry but I needed to ask that. Ahem.” The psychiatrist clears her throat. “What I am going to request is extremely unorthodox. But...” I wait with rising impatience. Out with it already! “Noah, I was wondering if you would ask your mother out on a date.”I wait for the punchline but none was forthcoming..