Trish was milking her son's prick with her mouth, thrilling to the feel of his hot, wet mouth on her pussy. She could feel his tongue thrusting into h...er pussyhole and she closed her cunt muscles tightly about it, holding it lewdly inside her pussy for a few breathless, spinetingling seconds.She jumped as she felt her son's tongue brushing against her rigidly twitching clit. Doug planted his lips around the nub of clitflesh and sucked on it hard, thrilling to the way it throbbed against her. Dadcame in, also dressed only in his briefs, and sat on the edge of my bed onSam's side. He started out his talk with his philosophic views on thebeauty of sexual activity, and soon immersed us in an anatomy lesson,giving us all the Latin anatomical names for the various parts of thefemale and male sex organs.Then before he got into the actual process of how babies are made, heasked, "I suppose you boys have heard the word 'fuck' from other k**s,right?"Sam said, "Yes and we hear a lot of other. A nurse I didn't know was on duty and she informed that they were all in the rehab room near a piece of equipment I hadn't really noticed before. It was an adjustable table with a very unforgiving rubber surface and Charlotte Armitage was busy explaining that part of the purpose of the sit ups for John and my sister to get out of bed was so that Maria could make use of it to do what she has been so desperate to do for thirty four days." ... So you see Maria, with the help of this table, the. If anything, they were a bit underdeveloped at that point. She remembered the look on her dad's face as she stepped out into the living room. She felt beautiful as she posed for a couple of pictures.And then he showed up. Billy Benson. Now there was a face she had tried hard to forget. He was all smiles and compliments as he fumbled to pin the corsage on her dress.It wasn't until later that the night went awry. She hugged herself as she remembered the feeling of his hands everywhere, pushing.