I suppose I should have Kyle lick me or f**k me on that thing just the complete the circle.
We used three paper towels to clean our collective c*m off the granite.
"Eating in here will never be the same," Mom said.
I laughed. Dad licked me off on that counter many times. This will just add to the lore of the granite island.
"Eating," I said, winking.
Mom slapped my shoulder, "Pervert."
"Says the woman with her daughters c*m all over her face," I replied.
A simple dinner. We ate on the deck. A few glasses of wine accompanied the meal.
In the pool, in each other's arms, kissing, tongues tangled, hands clenching each other's ass, a finger in the asterisk. Moaning. We break, panting.
"Why is this so intense?"
I gently tweak one of Mom's n*****s, "You know why. It's wrong on so many l
