My name is Barry Allen. A few years after we got married, my wife Iris and I moved into a nice cul-de-sac neighborhood. You've seen them before, a roa...d leads to a dead end and there are a bunch of houses arranged in kind of a circular court. Ours was very nice. It was a mid-scale neighborhood, but very well maintained by people who obviously cared about their property. And since there were only four houses in the cul-de-sac, everyone knew everyone else.As a matter of fact, they all came over to. She was starting to question her motivation when Ivrei stepped away from her, taking the length of his tongue out of her. Although the more rational side of her was grateful he spared her spinning into a haze too soon, she had wanted to with all of her soul. Ivrei rested his head on one of her thighs while the she was still breathing hard. When she had regained her resolve, she moved further back on the bed. She stood on her knees and beckoned him toward her. For a moment he simply stayed. Five years before, his wife had died, killed in a car wreck. Her death left himself and his now 18 year old daughter, Chelsea. Chelsea was the raven haired, blue eyed young woman with breasts to die for, coming in at D cup standing in front him now. They, in turn, had developed a strong bond in the years since.He had greatly loved his wife, who he had gotten pregnant with Chelsea when they were only 18 themselves. Her death was hard on both of them. Of course, he also loved sex. He spared no. " She told me.I did just that. With my head laying in her lap, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and began to nurse on her like a little baby. She even cradled one of her arms underneath my head, lifting me up so my face could be pressed against her chest. I felt her other hand, however, wrap around my cock.I sucked hungrily on Brigette's perfect tits, drawing her nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking them all over. Even though there wasn't any milk to suck from her, it was still.