I pushed her shirt up to expose her breasts and licked a trail down her collarbone. Slowly I slid my tongue over one nipple before sucking it into my ...arm mouth. She moaned and leaned into my mouth, her hands grasping me by the hair, her head thrown back in ecstasy.”Do you like that?” I wispered against her heated skin.”Yes,” her answer was nearly lost in another gasp as I renewed my assault on her nipple.I moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment before working down the smooth. That he was no longer attracted to me. That he felt resentful toward me. That I had changed too much. After a week of constant crying, of self harming for the first time in years, of sleeping on a palette of piled sheets and blankets in the nursery next to my baby’s crib, he came to me. He said he’d been wrong. He said he never meant a word, that he just needed to ‘get it out’. He had needed to see me hurting over him. We resumed. I began to put forth more effort. I truly believed that more. “No!” She stated somewhat defiantly. She took his hand and placed it on her belly. “Your babies are quite active today.” Dan smiled as his palm detected the movement of one then the other.“Thank you for loving me, Dan. I know my parents are going to love you as much as I do.”“So I can fuck your mom?”“What did I just say?” She grinned kissing him. “Maybe instead I’ll watch you give Dad a blow job.”“I thought you said he wasn’t into that sort of thing.”“That doesn’t mean he can’t be. “Go ahead, boy, touch her little titties, tell me how they feel.” “They feel great, Dad,” I said, after getting my first feel of a girls chest, “Thank you.” “Happy birthday, Son.” I spent a good half hour exploring Marie’s body. Well, I guess I should say I spent about ten minutes on the rest of her body, and then twenty minutes exploring her pussy. I was fascinated. Dad sat back and coached me, “Pull it apart gently and get your first good look at a pussy, son.” .