“I SAID STOP!” Ambrose roared.Typree had jumped back to his paws suddenly still at Ambrose’s roar. Hanging his head Typree nodded, “I beg your... forgiveness sire. This has always brought the blood lust to the surface. How you have taken the insults I do not know. I can never allow any to talk abysmal of my aunt you mother.”Ambrose was nodding understanding where his cousin was coming from. Thinking a moment Ambrose suddenly smiled. “Perhaps this will help you with the blood lust cousin.” He. He slowly stroked my cock but told me not to cum. As his stroking brought me closer he sensed he needed to stop. Jerry stepped out of his pants and then I instinctively placed my mouth on his semi hard cock. He was hard in no time again. Jerry then turned around and pulled my head to his ass. I had never eaten a man’s ass before, but I willingly pleased his ass with my mouth an tongue. It smelled and tasted quite pungent. Jerry moaned his approval as I spread his cheeks ,tongue fucking. Most of the time when I called them either my son is fucking my wife or they were doing some oral sex. I too masturbated imagining both of them in the snow-filled cold days and nights of Shimla and Manali.After 2 weeks they returned. I went to pick them up. I found my wife had become more charming than ever. I welcomed them. Later we went home after that trip. I shifted into my son’s room and my son shifted to my room. Every night I hear their moaning without missing.After 2 months my son had. I was scared to breathe, dreading the aftertaste of ichthyocin that permeated all oral foods of my time. To my relief, there was none. Taking another sip, I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling.I heard a voice say something to me. I opened my eyes to see a short-haired woman clutching a dark brown handbag, wearing a white dress with black stripes. She was watching me intently.“I beg your pardon?”“I said that I haven’t seen anyone enjoy a cup of bad coffee so much in my life.” Her voice was.