Then Janice put her hand on me.My first thought was that she had her hand on my cock, but that couldn'tbe right, because I couldn't tell where my cock...was anymore. Her warm,gentle fingers gripped me, and I wanted to scream with joy, but I didn'thave any mouth.Thank you, Queen Nicotina. Thank you.I just radiated in the pleasure of the tobacco aroma and Janice'sfingers, not wanting it to end but keep going.And then Janice cut me.I tried to scream, to shriek, to break free and run like hell, but. There were guests in the house too. I was scared I could get caught in the act. I still didn’t know what was missing. I told my sister that there was something that daddy had and we didn’t. I told her how mommy was enjoying the previous night and that daddy drank all her milk. With this my sister frowned. Milk.! She would never share. Mom”s boobs were all hers.The next morning we were upto mischief. We wanted to pull daddy’s lunge towel. We knew he did not wear a panty that day. We ran around. Eventually, I felt her butt cheeks resting on my thighs, signaling that I was in as far as there was. She took her hands off of my knees and leaned back, giving 'someone' access to her dripping pussy because I could feel fast side to side motion between her legs, and mine. It's not until I heard my wife say:"I think that she enjoys you in her ass" stated my wife,"more than she did in her pussy", that I realized that this was till the first one, the one from the other night, and most likely the. And now I'm legal." she said rubbing my cock through my pants. We began kissing. "This is wrong. They'll come looking for us," she said. "I know. But, we need this," I responded while unzipping her dress. My cock was hard, and she was stroking it. I had fantasied about wanting her as long as I remember, fantasies so vivid, that I could cum thinking about them. Now I knew that they weren't fantasies, they were a fucked up forgotten reality. I pinned her against the wall, and drove my cock up.