’And ‘Is it fair to HER? Is there love involved?’ To which I thought, ‘Yes, I love ‘er. She’s my sister, so there’s always been that.’...She’s behind me. I see her in the rearview mirror. And if I know my sister, her head’s grinding the same grist as mine. She’s still behind me, though. She could’ve turned around. She could have called me. Neither of those happened, so Beck’s thinking, too.And I really want HER to push us.There! I admitted it to myself. I WANT this. I want Beck.I punched up a bit. It was during one of these sessions that Eddie moved the relationship forward. "Mommy, why don't you and Daddy kiss like this?"Patricia paused for a moment, pulling back to look at her handsome son, "He doesn't like to. Besides Baby, I love you most of all. Daddy's job is to go to work and make money for the family. We'll let him do that while you and I practice being in love." As she spoke, her hand dropped down to his crotch, where his cock jutted obscenely from his pants, and she lazily. I won't be long." Rudy was already out of the car. Denise sat watching him as he walked up to the house. She couldn't help admiring the strong muscular back, the tall athletic body that moved gracefully like a panther. She and Rudy had been married for almost a year now, and just looking at him could still thrill her to the marrow of her bones. Even now, she felt it, that little tickle down in her belly, the slow moistening up between her nylon-encased legs. Once more she asked herself if all. She saw cock everywhere involuntarily jolting…short twitchy cock movements combined with long sustained deep male groans …surrounding her…jizz was propelled straight at Erica in a flying mass from all directions. It splat on her cheek…dribbling through her long, now mussed, brunette hair…dabs and dobs across her nose…a swathe straight onto her pink tongue…flecks like a string of pearls across her breasts…a glob trickling down her extended neck…male ooze everywhere…on her back …lapelling her.