“May I, please, cum, Sir?” I beg. “Please, sir.”“You want to cum, boy?” Dad asks. “Show Dad how much you want to cum.”“Please, Dad, ...ay I cum?” I plead. I feel tears sting my eyes, my nose runs. “Please, sir, please, allow me to cum,” I sob. My breathing is labored and choked. Tears stream down my face and I can no longer breath thru my nose. “Dad, please.”I feel Dad’s breath on my neck and shoulder.“You can cum now, boy,” Dad instructs. Dad wraps his arms around his boy’s chest and squeezes.I. Inhibitions? Fears? Months of some sort of pent up frustration? Months of some kind of stress? Whatever the case, it was becoming apparent that June’s cunt needed whatever Lady Bianca’s cunt was giving it, whatever it is that only two women in a thigh to thigh scissor lock can give to each other. I was now completely convinced of this. Andy was right! I was watching my wife’s body move in ways that I had not seen it move in months. It was thrilling!Once again, with the exception of the last few. More

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