“The cartoon, not the food. When Charles Schultz passed away, unexpectedly, the stories stopped when he did.”“Sad but true,” I agreed.“Consi...der that if you have dozens and dozens of really good books waiting their turn to be released, year after year,” he continued. “Even with all your newfound wealth, the stories are an annuity that will take care of your children, and your children’s children, for generations to come.”It wouldn’t have been prudent to tell him that I was now capable of living. "Hi" he choked out and then after a pause "you look... er....good....er....no, I mean you look gorgeous"I looked at dad and we were both dying of embarrassment. I flapped my arms in the air in a resigned gesture of being caught and said well I might as well give you a twirl.I slowly spun round wiggling my ass like I had practiced many times in front of the mirror.Dad nodded slowly and then I couldn't believe what I saw the towel round my dads waist was slowly being pushed out by something. I felt no shame, no remorse. I didn’t even notice the taste of his now, well sized cock in my mouth, and in my throat.“Now madame, will take your clothes off, and bend over the sofa,” he told me.I stood up, undid my pants and pushed them down my slender legs. Then sitting down I pulled my shoes off, and without hesitation, I yanked my top off. Like some crazed teenaged nympho. I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, and let it drop to the floor.I quickly turned to the sofa and bent over, as he. She grabbed my hair."Get that tongue right up inside. There's lots of cum up there." She then pushed my face hard into her cunt. I pushed my tongue as far as it would go. I could taste my husbands cum and her cunt juices. She was rubbing her cunt hard against my face as if she was trying to fuck.When she was satisfied that I had cleaned her out she pushed me away, went over to my husband and kissed him passionately. My husband looked at me while they kissed.He told me to go home and make a new.