There it was, waiting. And his sucking felt just lovely, maybe a tapering off from the violence of orgasm, certainly not the beginning of a new one, o...f course not! A woman had only so much strength.She reached to the fat prick and fingered it. Slick. Dripping. Gee, Nick had said hers was the wettest cunt he had ever fucked, and Brian had found her dry, so the answer was plain. Well! The shaft seemed too slippery to hold. She inched nearer, deciding she must at least taste it.She circled the rim. I could only hear her moaning as though she had something in her mouth. I licked her from top to bottom and started sucking on her clit. She went crazy and started grabbing my hair asking to me to tongue-fuck her to an orgasm. She got wetter and i could feel the juices all on my face. I got so turned on by this i started licking faster and thrusting my tongue inside of her. She came all over my face while i had to catch my breath.While all this was going on, i was still on my fours and my ass. I guess it’s best to just say it.” Cathy took a deep breath for composure, “A few months ago I told Ben that Jessica isn’t his daughter.”That statement stunned Dan and Karen. “What?!” they cried out in unison.“Ben isn’t Jessica’s real dad. I guess I got what I deserved. When Ben and I were trying for a baby, I didn’t always have the men that fucked me wear a condom. I knew the risks involved with our open marriage lifestyle.”“Do you know who the father is?’ Karen wondered.“Yes I do,” she. "Mom, this has my name on it. Can I open it?" Rita Whittler asked as the seven year old held up the package."No, you may not. Now put it down. First it's breakfast, and then we'll open the gifts after our chores are done. That goes for you, too, Norma," Hanna Whittler said to her twin children. She was twenty-seven years old and a single mom. Her husband had left her three years before for his secretary. As far as she knew, they were dead, but it was not known, because when the states started.