Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We’v...e found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we’ve had and that I’ve written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were. .”“Yes...”It hurts... a lot. But I know I could stop if I wanted to.Then more pressure and I feel the tip push in. He pauses. Then a little more.I moan as I push back. He knows I like it now and forces more inside me. Then pulling back, and forward again. After a few minutes I feel his body against mine and know he’s all the way in. “Oh honey, fuck me.”“You like that you little slut?”“Yes... more than I can say.”“I’m glad...” as he starts to slowly fuck me. “You’re my slut now.”“Yes.” I can’t. Shaking bucking shuddering on my wifes face she continued to look at me through out as I finish my orgasm in my little girls mouth she doesnt want to let go but she does and stands up my wifes face shinning with her daughters grool liking her lips. I lean over to Lucys ear and tell her to kiss her mummy good night go to bed. Lucy does as shes asked leans over cum still on her lip starts to kiss her mummy not like a daughter should but like a lover does long slow passionately both pushing. “When do you think your mouth will be available?”The girl’s smile subtly changed from sympathetic to apologetic. “I just started with the gentlemen here.” She pointed to the man standing on her side of the counter, looking annoyed at the interruption. “But I don’t believe Mr. Laurier’s widow has any non-family visitors yet, and her daughter seemed of age, as well.”Harold sighed. He would have loved to relieve some tension between such pretty red lips, but he wasn’t the kind of loser who waited.