Take off condom number two, strap on condom number three, and let's keep doggy styling until we pass out. Right now, I'm so wet, I could go for hours....”“How did I get so lucky?” He bent down to kiss my shoulder. “Why me?”“Why you what?”“Holy matrimony.” He slid out, to my dismay, and lied back on the sheets. “Why am I qualified to be your husband?”I reluctantly moved out of the position I had been screwing in all morning and curled up next to him, intertwining our sweaty, brown limbs. “You know. This time I roughly grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed them as I pressed my lips into her ear.I’ll expect to see you in my room around midnight tonight.” I whispered. And you should probably wear saree.”With that I release her and turn back to grab my plate. As soon as your father is asleep.” She said back like ice. You are going to get the ride of your life little boy.”I couldn’t get to sleep that night for nothing. I kept checking my clock every five minutes or so for the whole two hours. I felt his tongue softly licking my thighs. I moaned. He saw a wet spot on my thong. He pushed it aside. With his mouth, he dampened two of fingers and entered them inside my pussy and clit. I was hot and wet all at once. He smiled as he looked at me and said, "Are you always this wet?" I said to him "Not often." I moaned and panted as my walls tightened around his fingers, covering them in my wet liquid silk. Frank got up to put on a condom. After that, he slowly removed my thong. My hand felt. "You too, Jon," Dad insisted.I chose a butterhorn, my favorite, and took a large bite.I couldn't help thinking how ludicrous this was, eating special pastry treats my Dad bought while he made us some tea, my cock still firm enough to slap against my leg, slick from my own cum, most of which was in Mom's panties, drying on her ass as she munched on the eclair her husband had just given her. God. I wished I could guarantee my father wouldn't turn around. I dearly wanted to lift Mom's dress and.