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Unfortunately, the responsible part of me couldn’t stop thinking about the time. We needed to pick up the pace, and she couldn’t make me come fast enough, so I decided to take over.

“You want me to come in your mouth?” I said.

“Get on the floor, on your knees.”

Her eyes flashed and she scrambled off the bed. She knelt obediently and I stood over her. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began stroking.

I shook my head with a silent chuckle and wondered about my sanity.

Christy moistened her lips in anticipation, which put an end to my conversation with the little head.

“Get ready,” I said.

She rose on her knees and opened her mouth. I aimed my cock and groaned as the first spurt gushed onto her tongue. She sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes to savor it. When I finished shooting, she swallowed and then licked her lips. Without thinking, she kissed the tip of my cock.

“Oh my gosh,” she said to cover the slip, “that was a lot. Almost as much as before.”

I nodded down at her.

“And that was the third time. Wow. That’s more—” She caught herself in time, but I grinned anyway.

She’d been about to admit that she had more experience than she’d let on.

“Yeah,” I said into the silence, “I shoot a lot. It’s a little less each time, but…”

“Still a lot,” she finished.

“Mmm hmm.” I looked at my watch.

“Yeah, sorry to rush. I’d rather be lazy in bed the rest of the morning, maybe go for another round or three—”

“Three? Are you serious?”

“Mmm.

“Better than ‘nympho’?”

“Well, you’re both, but I won’t call you that again. Still, we need to get a move on. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t think you were serious about more.”

My parents had showered already and were at the sinks in the bathroom area.

Mom had her towel wrapped around her waist, but Dad’s was draped around his neck. Christy immediately shielded her eyes with her hand.

“Relax,” I told her quietly. “You don’t have to look, but don’t make a big deal about it either.

“This is so weird,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

“You’ll get used to it.”

She lowered her hand and walked forward hesitantly, and I had to hide a grin as she looked at my parents through her lashes. She stiffened in surprise when my dad turned toward us. I’d seen him hundreds, maybe thousands of times over the years, but I looked at him from Christy’s perspective.

My mom raised her arms to brush her hair back.