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“Uh-huh,” I panted, shaking as the bliss pumped through me. And then my wife leaned over and kissed our daughter. Betty sat down beside me, her hand casually brushing my hard cock. I had always loved porn where a man came on a women’s body and another woman licked it up. I’m not having you spoil your appetite for tonight’s feast.”
“You’re serious.”
She nodded her head. It was like her mother’s. I needed to control them. “You’re kinda in the way, Dad.”
“Oh, right, sorry,” I said, giving a laugh. It was too much. “Remember to take your medicine,” my wife called in her sweet, motherly voice.