" I'm worried this could be wrong, mom." How can it be, Ben? We haven't really done anything wrong. You haven't lost anything and I haven't lost anyth...ng. In fact, both of us have gained something. We have gained pleasure." Are you sure we can do this again, mom?" Yes, this is our right, Ben. People talk about individual rights but they don't realize that it is your right and my right to enjoy ourselves, so long as we don't hurt each other or hurt others." What about dad? Aren't we hurting. Her wet mouth lowered to my lap, positioning her hips over my own lips so I could taste her sweetness. Jamie's nectar dripped onto my tongue and I delved deeper, parting her folds wider to catch more of her juices. Sucking her clit like a pacifier elicited quiet yearning sighs to escape her busy mouth, lighting the dim early morning with our passion before the sun ever had the chance to view us. She drew me into her throat. It tightened knowingly, bracing itself for the rest of my length to. She nodded.Tah took her hand in his across the table and gently squeezed it. Prue felt her cunnie go wet and her nipples hardened at his touch. ‘Gods,’ she thought. ‘He still has an intense effect on me.’She looked up into his eyes, and he looked at her with his love evident in his eyes. He saw no reason to hide it. He had every intention of getting her back. Prue had to look away. She sighed when he let go of her hand to let the waiter change the plates in front of her.Her heart was in. And then he had steered her over to the laundry closet and left her, hobbled, still horny, and utterly dismayed at the task before her.There was a dark blue, rectangular plastic basket of laundry at her feet. She stared down at it then flinched in disgust as a thread of drool escaped from around the ball-gag in her mouth and fell onto the pile of clothes. She jerked her head upright, which meant that the remaining drool draped itself over her chin. She tried to say, "Shit!" but only succeeded.