She quickly rebuked that she knew that well and it was not new to her and placed her lips on mine.“But that”, I was about to express my thought wh...en her lips pressed harder against mine, leaving me without the will power and the common sense. I not only stood there from my seat, wordlessly with my mouth pressed against her but now my arms were also wrapped around Karen. I slipped my tongue between her pinkish lips. Realizing where we were, I quickly held her hand, leading to the back door. Paddling automatically, my eyes licked over every exposed inch, willing her nipples to grow and imagining how it would feel to tug them. Her shirt cupped the swells rising off her chest, pushing up and exposing the flesh above.Without opening her eyes, which would have scared and startled me, leaning in for such a close look at her, Mom quietly spoke, “You’d better keep on course or your Dad will give you the evil eye.”I jerked my head up to be sure I was heading for the point. I was. My cock. ‘Well you cooked it for me! Janine!’ ‘And the dinner’ she giggled. She was referring to our quickie over the table edge whilst the meal, cooked, Those doggy quickies are a real delight. ‘I meant ,darling , and you know full well, that I could taste onions’ ‘Like the night before you tasted chicken you mean?’ It was part of the thrill of being that intimate that she could taste me that way. But she always said at the end of the day I always tasted of me. ‘And what is that?’ I asked. ‘You are. “Did you give him the present, I gave you in school last week?” We had PE, and while we were getting changed, Jen had taken her panties off, and given them to me for my dad, a small gift she called it. Small was the right word, they were a tiny g string, pink in colour. I had given them to dad, and as he told me enjoyed them that night, they were now proudly in his collection.“Lie down and I’ll give your legs a message, and I’ll tell you about today” Jen lay flat on her stomach on my bed, I got.