Last Wednesday (13th April) was their 23rd wedding anniversary, so I thought that they'd probably be enjoying sex that night. But I went up shortly af...ter them at 10.30 pm to find their bedroom completely quiet. I was disappointed. Then at about 12.30 am, I heard my Dad imploring me Mum to give him it. I heard her say that she was tired, but Dad kept on and on at her. He's very persistant. I guess it must have been about 2.00 o'clock before I finally heard my Mum start to moan as she finally. It was full of juice and I slurped it up. Nitu’s juices were like honey mixed with salt. That sweet-salty juice with a musky aroma was like divine juice. I kept digging my tongue deeper for more nectar and it kept gushing. In short time Nitu reached her seventh heaven and started moaning. She asked me to take her in bedroom. I carried Nitu in my arms to their bedroom. Nitu had a round bed. Nitu pulled out the bed cover and put a thick towel to cover the bed. I understood that she does not want. You know I'm good for it." Sharon thought it over a second. She was in the best shape of her life and knew she could knock off this little brat in a few minutes and maybe even teach her a lesson in the process. "OK," Sharon said. "Only submissions and knockouts count. No punches, no kicks." "And we keep going until one girl can't continue," Britney added "Let's go.'' said Sharon. Britney excitedly leapt in the air squealing with delight and the two went to the center of the large mat. . Um ... I was thinking we could try kissing like the big kids do. Like they do in France.”Now it was the little girl’s turn to go wide-eyed.“French kissing?” she asked, and then immediately felt like an idiot because of course that was what he was talking about. “With our mouths open and using our tongues?” Again, she felt stupid. What the hell else did “French kissing” mean?Paul was nodding like a bobble-head doll. “Yes, yes exactly,” he told her. “Now, I don’t know if we’ll like it, I mean it.