Your father ... Richard, made me?”“Yes Dick. My own father got me pregnant when I was seventeen; when I had already met your dad at the College Ho...p.We’d began dating; it was romantic and he was sweet and I loved him ... but he never knew of the sordid affair between my father and I.He simply became over-joyed when he thought he’d got me pregnant!Then he begged me to marry him; I couldn’t hurt his feelings by telling him different.”I stared in wonderment as my Mom unburdened her long held. She's proud of her beautiful body, she's proud of our love; she wants to brag about our lovemaking. I move my hand to her other breast and roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling it.Having left my mark, I continue my exploration of her silky skin and kiss my way down to a breast. I suck the nipple very tenderly and her hand runs through my hair. From the streetlight outside, I can see just enough of her face to see a small smile cross her sexy pink lips. I run my. " Don't fight, girls," I said. "There's room for both of you."Pyx leapt on the bed, and licked and sucked on my balls, while Vonda paid similar attention to the head. At some unspoken signal, Pyx moved up, while my red-head moved down. Their tongues briefly met at the middle of my shaft. They switched places, with Pyx at my head.It occurred to me that my two slaves were working as an experienced team. Now, if I could just spend enough time with Theresa, the three of them together would be. I love you are not words mere enough for a glimpse of what we perceive to be the greatest wisdom of all. Over time and years of what we refer to as living have taught me more things about the inner self than I ever could have wished to be victim to. And Elliot was just part of my teachings, a fragment of life shattered by the loss of an ivory innocence, folded with all graceful curves of a budding rose, floating downstream on a river of blood that flowed from my body like so many crystalline.