“Well,” he stammered. “You have to wonder just how similar they really are,” he looked shyly at me. I smiled to let him know I wasn’t offend...ed. Actually, it was pretty arousing. “You know,” he started again. “If it was dark, could you really tell which one you were with? Or might you end up having sex with a person you thought was someone else?” Oh my God! That was so hot! It felt like I was instantly wet. I wasn’t thinking about Emma Watson though; I was thinking about my recurring fantasy of. As for us, we had had many conversations about advantages and potential problems such a blending could produce. However, those talks had usually ended up with us making love (yes, that's what it had become) with even more passion. We knew every square inch of each other. Even more so now that she'd shaved most of my pubic hair off and found the tiny scars left after my vasectomy! Those had been examined in much detail by her tongue and mouth. For my part, I'd thoroughly examined in the minutest. Every day it was something else with her: cuddling on the couch and resting her tits on my arm, asking me to rub her calves after a long day, leaving the door open while she showered, sneaking touches of my cock whenever she could. I would feel my cock stirring in my pants thinking about those legs wrapped around my head, my tongue buried in her pussy as she had my hair in her hands..."Daddy?" Yes, Megan?" Her voice brought me out of my daydream and back to the problem at hand. Now leaned on. .. Am I liking this too much? Am I still straight?Something in the back of my mind asks why it matters.Something in the back of my mind says, "if it feels right, then do it".Suddenly, I taste something new on my tongue.It is warm, salty, i know this tastePre-cum.Have I gone too far?No, I like this taste, I've tasted it before.When ever I masturbate, When I have gone down on a girl after claiming her wetness was her, but I knew it was from me.I always look for a reason to taste my own from her,.