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Daddies

‘Daddy? Shall we take the stairs?’

As soon as she said that, my heart began thumping wildly, not to the fear of exercise, but.. the fear of exercise. Before I could answer her, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me up the stairs, stopping only when we had cleared two floors.

Once we reached the space, between two flights of stair on the third level, Mabel swiftly chucked her bag down and proceeded to strip her panties out from underneath her JC skirt, doing a ‘wriggle’ as I watched the Gudetama panties disappear into one of her pockets.

(Mabel whispered) ‘hurry up! tsk!’

Still wrestling my moral dilemma, she took things into her own hands and undid my pants, going just far enough to whip my cock out, and stuffed her face full of it. The shock, and slight-unwillingness I faced, quickly gave way to the pleasure delivered by her soft lips, sliding up and down my shaft. Both of us knew, how ‘wrong’ this was, but none of us was apparently strong enough to resist, how good we would make each other feel next.

Leaning against a wall for balance, my mind was blown to bits in no time, mainly smothered by her attentive, and well-trained mouth and hand stroking me so ever carefully as she sucked me high. She knew, and more likely better than me, that the foreplay, though short, in terms of ‘duration’, was more than sufficient for me to achieve my maximum size she would ever get out of me.

(She whispered) ‘daddy?’

‘Yeah. I’ve got this.. you little slut.. ‘

The delighted grin she was about to show disappeared as soon as I grabbed a bunch of her hair, to pull on until she got on her feet. In disregard of her emotions, I spun her around and shoved her towards the railing, where her belly took most of the impact. Squeezing the back of her neck with one hand, I used the other to flip her skirt up, far enough to reveal that smooth, fair bum of hers.

A quick check, with my middle finger, showed that she was ready, for immediate penetration in lieu of any more foreplay. Without warning, or giving her time to think, I pushed her waist firmly down on the railing as I guided my cock to her pussy.

(She panicked) ‘daddy! am i.. AHMMMM!’

Luckily, I managed to silence her moan with a slap across her face before she could sound her alarm, for everyone to know that I had mercilessly rammed my cock into her shockingly-wet pussy. From there on, it was just her muffled moans that filled the stairwell as I hammered the life out of her, sliding my cock in and out of her vagina that kept ‘pushing’ me out.

Maintaining my rhythm, I made sure to pull out extra ‘fast’, and enter her extra slow. The extended, unneeded delay tortured her so badly that it caused a never-before, unseen sexual response from her body. Juices, began to flow in abundance out of her pussy, dribbling down my balls and onto the ground, while she could still achieve climax, from my experience in her tightening pussy.

(She moaned) ‘daddy.. i’m.. faint.. ting.. ‘

Upon hearing that, I slipped an arm under, and across her chest to hold her up as I picked up my pace, forcing my rock solid cock as deep and as gracefully as I could into her collapsing vagina. Two minutes of fucking in that tempo later, her body finally started to tremble, for an orgasm that shocked her awake.

Out of nowhere, she pushed me away and crumbled onto the ground behind her, going straight into a convulsion that I couldn’t help but worry about, despite her silly grin throughout the ordeal. In time, the fit went away, and I didn’t know what else to do except to hold her tightly in my arms.

(She whispered) ‘daddy? that was the best orgasm I ever had.. shhh.. ‘

That said, she got up and we straightened our clothes, making our way back home where mummy has cooked a sumptous dinner. After food, Mabel excused herself into her room and left the dishes to us, along with all the freedom mummy need to get into my pants.

Beginning with a blowjob in the open kitchen to reward me for doing the dishes, we moved into the shower for me to bathe us two while I remained balls-deep inside her in doggystyle. Once we were cleaned, we cuddled on the couch in the living room for more oral-royal treatment, before she straddled on my cock for some passionate-kiss-fuck.

To end the night with a bang, we played one of our sex videos on the big screen and fucked in front of our tele-sex, until I pumped her full of my cum. That night, she fell asleep to my massage on her creamy pussy, before I went unconscious due to exhaustion.

Since it wasn’t the first time it happened, I wasn’t too surprised when I was awakened by her sexy, tantalising kisses on my sleeping face.

(Mummy asked) ‘dear.. can i?’

‘Uh huh.’

Despite sounding less enthusiastic than I actually was, it was one of those nights that I didn’t mind going again. We resumed kissing and it didn’t take long before I felt a hand going around my cock, jerking it back to full life. Just as I was about to reach for her genital, a wet orifice, resembling a mouth, suddenly went over my re-erection, stopping me in my track.

In shock, I peered downward to see someone else, Mabel specifically, going down on me hungrily.

(Mummy whispered) ‘daddy.. watch.. ‘

Unable to take my eyes off the horrific sight, mummy slid a hand over our girl’s head and began pushing her down, deeper over my cock which emitted a wet, slurping noise. Mummy then climbed over my face in 69 and joined our daughter, in giving me a double-head experience that I didn’t know how to enjoy.

Soon, without sight, my body gradually succumbed to the unconventional blowjob, between two pairs of lips, taking turns to suck me at varying depth until I couldn’t hold in any more.

(I groaned) ‘DEAR! I.. ‘

‘Haaa.. ok. I know.’

She dismounted my face and replaced her head in front of me, to continue kissing me while another, unmistakable orifice took my senses away. While it was exhilarating to have incestuous sex in public areas, it was totally another, to have incestuous sex in the presence of my baby-maker.

Mabel’s tightness, was distinctly different from mummy’s, as she remained at her tightest throughout her whole ride. Being overwhelmed by pure disbelief and the unimaginable series of events, there was no way I would ‘try’ to delay the inevitable.

(I groaned) ‘MABEL! DADDY’S GONNA.. GONNA.. ‘

In sheer hopelessness, I peered straight into mummy’s eyes as she observed my desperation, for some kind of guidance from her.

(She whispered) ‘Pump it all.. ‘

Before she could complete that sentence, my hips jerked up and down so violently as I vacated my balls, right into our little girl who was still grinding mindlessly. Just as mummy turned her attention to Mabel, I caught her smiling, as silly as Mabel was when mummy helped her off.

(Mummy told Mabel) ‘Sleep in our bed tonight. Daddy will rub you to sleep.’

Obeying mummy’s instructions, I disheartenly rubbed Mabel to sleep, while mummy did the ‘same’ for me.

(Mummy whispered) ‘I love how you love us. Goodnight dear.’

The next day, the ladies went to get their morning-after pills, and brought home brochures for ‘male vasectomy’. With no plans for more children, I went ahead with the procedure and lived a ever-confusing life after that.

I feel that it is just wrong to take Viagra without the intention to procreate.

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Public Grounds

Without turning her head towards me, Maeve stuck an arm out and tucked it under my shirt, to no one’s eyes at a brightly-lit void deck as it was the wee hours. Keeping her head up for passerbys, she pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts down and exposed my manhood, made ‘accessible’ by my preference to leverage on the built-in netting instead of wearing an underwear.

She then seamlessly wrapped her fingers around my cock and held it for a while, before stroking it rhythmically. Occasionally, she would take a peek at it, then hold her gaze at me as she bent her thumb knuckle over my pee hole, to wriggle her fingernail into it.

Knowing full well that it would drive me crazy, I could only take quick glances at her, while I tried to keep a ‘good’ lookout for us. It was almost a routine, for her to repeat that mind-blowing tease at my sensitive tip until pre-cum was oozing.

‘Oops’, she whispered before bending her back down quickly, for my cock to take it as deep as she could before sucking up the nectar. Then, it was a handjob again, fingernail-tease again, to get me irresistibly hard.

Once I could no longer get any bigger, or thicker, or redder, she stood up from her seat and shifted herself between my legs. The black skirt she wore that night, was of the least hindrance as her black, low-cut top proved long enough to still cover her bum.

With her feet, and knees together, she gave her fingers a little lick before bringing that hand down, to somewhere I couldn’t exactly tell. The next thing I felt, was her hand around my shaft, holding me upright as her plump, juiced-up pussy split around my girth.

In two, or three ‘hops’, she had successfully taken me balls-deep into her hot, sloppy-wet vagina. Gyrating her hips on my lap, my dick was getting spun in every direction, and spat out occasionally for another deep, enpowering jab to remind us of our craziness.

After ‘torturing’ me for a short period, she crossed her arms, placed it on the table so narrowly close to us, and started bouncing. The amount of pleasure she felt, was only limited to how fast she could freely move, between the table and us.

It wasn’t long, before her reducing speed told me of her tiredness, thus my turn, to put in some effort. Picking myself up onto my feet, I repositioned us slightly to the left, away from any seats, but mainly so I could straightened my back for maximum velocity.

Aware that we might be more prominent at this height, I wasted no time in swinging my hips back and forth, ramming my cock into her pussy like the man she had awakened. Helpless against my violent, forceful, and admittedly-uncaring thrusts, Maeve suppressed her uncontrollable-moans by screaming into her bent-elbows, whilst being jerked non-stop on the glossy table.

As she began taking deep, rapid breaths, I sensed more ‘difficulty’ pushing through her ‘gate’, especially on the inside where I was being coaxed at every level into the ever-natural desire of inseminating a willing female. The momentary lack of words between us, intentional or not, seemed so liberating, unrestrictive, and uninhibitive, like I was allowed to do the right thing, or.. really just anything, I wanted.

Shortly after she launched into a tremble, I was faced with the familiar, yet always-confusing, situation. I would, if I could, fill her up with my cum at every chance I had, but ‘it wasn’t time’. Despite that, I knew I was still allowed, and probably very welcome, to pump her full of nutrients.

‘Maeve’, a single word exited my lips as I gracefully pulled my cock out of her, slumped back down onto the seat in confidence of my expected-but-unpreferred choice (of not cumming inside her), and helped her back onto her chair. Likewise, she didn’t waste a second to contemplate or be disappointed, and replaced her mouth over my cock.

As soon as she grabbed hold of the bottom of my shaft, I knew I could ‘bounce’ her head as fast, and possibly as hard, as I needed. Needless to say, it was an ab-aching explosion, followed by multiple small ones she (un)helpfully sucked to get everything out.

In time, I was emptied, and she was filled. But none of us could have expected, that doing ‘it’ in public, somehow kept my mind fantasising about how else I, or we, would do it. For safety, we switched locations to a stairwell, where I could plough her to another glorious serving down her throat.

Just as we were catching our breaths after a tidy-up, a WhatsApp message showed up on my phone, ‘Hey. Do you guys need a ride anywhere?’ It came from a special, private chauffeur, whom we paid in his ‘currency’ of ‘sexual favours’, once for sending us to my place.

The only question I had for Maeve, was ‘how?’, and to that, she responded appropriately by bringing my hand to her pussy. ‘Ok. 570***’, I replied his text and he arrived shortly after at that stated block. Like before, Maeve climbed into the front passenger seat and massaged her sore pussy for the entire trip, to the only carpark at Lower Pierce Reservoir.

This time however, unlike before, Maeve took charge and laid the chauffeur down in the backseat, with his legs out of an opened door. As for me, I was hustled out of the vehicle, and made to stand at where his legs were dangling.

How else, if not wetter, would Maeve be after aligning the studs, just so she could lower her overflowing slit down the chauffeur’s cock, in reverse-cowgirl. My part, literally, would be in her mouth for the varying durations she could manage, to suck while riding a stranger’s dick for all his worth.

To end the night off, Maeve kept her hand on the chauffeur’s expended, semi-hard erection for the journey home while I rubbed her clit, with the arm I stuck between the front seats.

There was nothing I had to worry about, since there was nothing, if not ‘fear’, the chauffeur was left with as he sent Maeve home next.

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Rebuilding a Family

As surprised as I was by the hand suddenly going over my mouth, I felt nothing but gratefulness as I knew, or rather, we knew, better than to make any noise, especially in the middle of the night. While I had that ‘surprise’ to wrap my head around, she was already going for my boxers, lowering them just far enough, to pop my cock out for a breath of cold, morning air.

Being a single parent, there was nothing more fortunate than meeting another, who was as easy-going, positive, and trustworthy, despite being of the opposite gender. As far as ’empathy’ went, we were, kind of, in the same situation, but thankfully made less-harrowing once we decided to live together.

Our unconventional cohabitation, proved greatly helpful as we both had jobs (luckily, at different timings), and could share one-too-many things we would otherwise double-spend on. All in all, we lived – like a family.

Over the brief period of a month, we had grew accustomed, and were comfortable with each other, like how our children were with us. We became tolerant of many things, except for being so ‘under-dressed’ at times that we knew was unintentional, yet helpless against. Of all the things we ever spoke of, we never once brought up the probably-important(?), issue of ‘sexual need’. As adults, I assumed that she has that taken care of, although I couldn’t see any obvious changes in her behaviour if she was truly seeing someone.

Nonetheless, I won’t deny that I had, erections that were caused by her ‘carelessness (a.k.a. flashing)’ around the house.

Leaving myself in her ‘care’, I was suspended in anticipation until her lips finally went down on me, flooding my little head with the soothing warmth of pleasure. Sucking so ever gently, she released the hand on my mouth and wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft, stroking it in opposing directions to her bobbing head.

Any attempts to touch her were fiercely flicked away, trimming down my guesses (of her game) down to one that meant for me to ‘stay still’ or ‘lie back and enjoy’.

Stripped of ego and tasks, I kept still and only writhed and twitched to her varying strokes, from the slow, playful, tip-lick, to desperately-agonising handjob, and sudden, sustained deep-throat which she would only lift her head up when she gagged.

Long enough, she figured out what made me tick, and also what pleased me most. Right after a series of deep, rapid, face-fuck depth blowjob, she jumped into bed and squatted over my groin, all done while on her feet.

Before I realised, my dick head was in contact with her soft, wet pussy, parked right at the opening where her labia had began to split down its middle. Having never seen her so careful, it was surely a moment to savour as I heard her soft, airy moans, expressing (dis)comfort as the third inch of my stiffened cock disappeared into her.

Long after, like two minutes, our groins finally touched, alongside my regretful misunderstanding that a woman of her age would be less – tight. No more time was wasted as she picked herself up, making gruelling, grunting noises, and letting off satisfied moans on the way down.

While she gradually found the tempo to keep ‘bouncing’ up and down my slippery shaft, my mind was thrown in disarray by her varying, ‘colourful’ transitions of her pussy. It almost looked like an old, Windows screensaver, where a triangle would bounce around the edges of the screen, leaving a trail in its path.

That, was exactly what it looked like when I closed my eyes, in limbo as her vagina tightened, relaxed, milked upward, then downward, queefed, then drooled a lot, before turning soft and ever-mushy inside.

On that final ‘stage’, I finally saw the ‘woman’ in her, while slowly edging closer to climax.

(I whispered) ‘cumming!’

Upon hearing that warning, she dropped herself one last time down my cock and then slowly pulled herself away. She quickly returned to the side of my bed and replaced her mouth over my cock, resuming the jerk-suck trick she did earlier.

In a minute, I let off an ever-liberating sigh and pumped my balls empty, into her mouth where I knew would dispose of my baby-making juice properly. Little did I foresee, to hear a ‘mmm’, an indicator of how, or rather, where, my cum went.

Right around that time, the familiar sound of an alarm clock went off, and she darted out of the room to shut it off. That last part, where she sucked me so carefully to extract all of my cum, occupied my mind for such a long time, until I heard everyone waking up.

During breakfast, the same alarm clock went off again, forcing Mabel to turn it off again.

Right. Why would mummy turn off the alarm the first time if it was meant to wake Mabel up? Unless, Mabel was supposed to be in her room when she wasn’t.

After the kids went to school, we got dressed as well, and mummy, got my full attention when she pulled me into her arms at the shoe cabinet, the furniture we rocked really hard as I rammed my cock into her pantyless pussy, in doggystyle under her tight, black office skirt.

At around the same time that night, I was awakened by a hand going over my mouth, but not before I heard mummy’s voice. Relieved by the clarity, I let her undid my pants and went down on me, before locking our lips in passion.

Not long after, she rotated her body into 69 and deep throated me while I ate her out, to the point where she was squirming and moaning too hard to keep sucking me. It was also then, when she sat upright to let me have my fun – or not.

Never would I imagine, that another pussy, likely belonging to the only other girl in the house, to go over my cock as I was being restrained, by the threat of suffocation (by mummy over my face).

Uncaring about my plight, the two of them just went all out on my manhood, swapping her daughter’s pussy for her mouth and taking over mummy with her hands. Dragging my mood through unthinkable hell, it was only a matter of time before I had to cum.

(My muffled cries) ‘MMMHHH! MMMHHH!’

(Mummy whispered) ‘I think he is cumming. Can you feel it?’

At that point, I had nothing more to lose. So I let Mabel take me all the way until I blew my load into her, filling up her small pussy so quickly that some began to ooze out of her. The excited mummy hastily bent over to start licking up what she could get, at the same time Mabel pulled herself away from me.

Seeing how mummy ate Mabel out for all the cum’s worth, I didn’t know if it was still considered sexy. By the time they were done, Mabel was understandably exhausted, partly by whatever she was fed. As for mummy, she took a few more minutes to suck me dry, before concluding their fun at my expense.

On their way out, mummy collected the GoPro, that was hanging by a lanyard at the doorknob. That leverage, meant that nothing happened within these four walls.

(Mummy whispered to me) ‘we will have our moment before work.’

So, it was me, who is fucked.

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Un-terminate

(Jason pleaded) ‘Be gentle k?!’

(Cindy reassured) ‘I will.. ‘

Jason couldn’t help but let out a gasp as Cindy held his erected cock in her hand, aiming it towards her vagina before giving it a tug to nudge him closer. With all eyes stuck to his manhood, they both took a deep breath of air at the instant his penis touched her pussy, right at the entrance where he would steadily push his dong forward.

For as long as they could remember, they have been visiting countless clinics, hospitals, and even specialists, just to confirm that there was no way to ‘fix’ their unique, unprecedented, genetic condition which rendered them more or less – infertile.

While the siblings were sexually active (with their own partners), the problem(s) only arose when either of them wanted to bear their own children. The outcome of their attempts to conceive, was deemed impossible due to a defective chromosome that existed in both of them, though it happened differently due to their genders.

For Cindy, her body would tag foreign DNA (like sperms) as a ‘virus’ and kill every last one of it before any could reach her ovaries. And in Jason’s case, his sperms would be identified as a ‘virus’ which the female bodies would then eliminate.

Because of that, they had finally come to a conclusion, that none of them would ever have their own children, unless their bodies would naturally ‘right’ each other’s problems.

That, was what led them to this point in time, where Jason was slowly pushing his cock into his younger sister. Apart from the awkwardness of having incestuous intercourse, everything else, from pleasure, to the epiphany of a possible miracle, was running their courses properly.

‘I’m going to start moving now.’

‘O.. kay.. ahhh.. I can’t believe.. ‘

‘What?’

(She whispered) ‘.. how good this feels.. ‘

Delighted at the same thoughts they shared, Jason felt a little more relaxed as he began picking up his pace, shoving his penis deeper and faster into his sister. As the duo gradually fell into the addictive pleasure of sex, they got increasing louder at expressing their love for each other.

The timely, rhythmic internal motion of her vaginal walls matched his thrusts so well, heightening their sense of belonging to new, unknown levels.

Within minutes, he was thrusting according to his desire for her, just as she was moaning for him to keep going. The initial dryness, caused by their restrains for each other, gave way to an ample amount of juices leaking out of her pussy, to lure him deeper.

Soon, the table began to wobble to their repetitive motion, tilting back and forth in his increasingly-graceful strokes. It didn’t take long, for Cindy to lose her sensual moans and make agonising noises, in readiness for an orgasm.

(Jason asked) ‘Mei.. are you.. coming?’

‘OH YES! KEEP.. GO.. OH FUUU!’

Before she could say another word, he pulled his cock out of her and left her pleading for more. At that point, he helped her off the table and flipped her onto her chest, into standing doggy where he replaced his cock inside her.

Nothing more was said when he swung his hips at her rear, driving his cock as deep as she could take, all the while making voiceless screams of joy.

The pair just fucked their brains out right there and then, in the kitchen filled with dirty, creaking noises. Jason’s erection was strangely on form that night, lasting more than fifteen minutes in their unspoken tryst.

(Jason groaned) ‘MEI! CUMMING! NOW!’

At the moment he made his last push into her, she clenched her fists and tightened her vagina, to create an unbearable pressure that forced him to convulse as his cock pumped out loads after loads of creamy, white cum.

Throughout all that, Cindy maintained her ‘grip’ as she felt his shaft forcing her apart, coincidentally creating more space to store his precious exlir. At last, once he had gone lifeless, did she let him out, along with the excess she couldn’t keep in her pussy.

(As Jason panted) ‘did you just.. purposely.. squeeze.. ‘

‘Yes.. oh my god.. I’m so full now.’

They then returned to his room where she cleaned him up with her mouth, just to know if his ‘special’ cum tasted any different. That night, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, on each other’s naked bodies.

Though that would just mark the first night the brother-sister pair would have mindless, raw, primal sex to have children on their own.

The only person who knew their secret, was her gynecologist, who saw the siblings’ unsurprised expressions when she announced the positive pregnancy test results. Their children, a son and a daughter, suffered no deformities apart from being terminally infertile.

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Extra-Curricular Sex-tivity

(She whispered) ‘I think I’ll let her sleep for a while more. I need some time to myself too.’

With a sigh of relief, the tired, working mum crashed into the couch where I was working at and took a sip of wine from my glass, clearly exhausted from her own, long day. That evening, was just one of many which I brought her daughter home (with my son), for dinner while she worked O.T. for a bit more cash.

Apart from being long-time neighbours, it wasn’t too much trouble to cook for one more kid, although she had quite an appetite for my spaghetti. Since we (the adults) were considered ‘close’, I was completely cool with her ‘inappropriateness’ in my home.

Paying little attention to her, I continued my work (on the laptop) until she shifted herself closer to me, before sliding a hand over my lap to my groin. Shocked by her action, I was about to push her away when her body just toppled over mine, trapping me under her as she pecked away on my neck.

That ‘attack’, coupled with the hand incessantly roaming at my groin, took away any strength I had to resist. One thing quickly led to another and her hands were soon in my shorts, while I did what a man should(n’t), unbuttoning her blouse to expose those full bosoms to grasp at.

Our lips finally met and I have to say, it was filled with so much lust and desires that we quickly lost control of ourselves, stripping the necessary undergarments away from each other. In our hurried attempt for some foreplay, she rotated herself to put us in a 69-ish position and swiftly took my cock into her mouth, while I stuck an arm between her legs to fondle that sweet, salivating lower-lips of hers.

The two of us couldn’t stop moaning and gasping as she squirmed to my agile fingers, which drove her mouth faster and deeper down my shaft. For some reason, it was so easy for me to vividly imagine how she looked like as she went down on me, with her white blouse undone all the way and black, knee-length skirt hiked up over her ass, which I had one hand under as I fingered her carelessly.

(She moaned) ‘Haa.. I can’t take it anymore!’

With that said, she hopped off the couch, stood over my weakened state of undress, and lowered her pussy over my cock. In a swift, heartless descend, I was instantly overwhelmed by a hot, throbbing tunnel of flesh that was contracting involuntarily along my shaft.

Upon slamming her butt onto my groin, the shock wave channeled some strength back into me, although it took a few more minutes of riding before I had enough to ‘overthrow’ her. Turning us over onto her back, I raised one of her legs over the headrest before ramming her pussy full of cock, relentlessly pounding her silly as she tried to catch her breath.

(She moaned) ‘OH FUCK! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME.. MAKE ME COMEEEE!’

As soon as I heard that, I yanked my cock out and she automatically assumed a doggystyle stance, sticking her ass out at the same time I slipped my manhood back into her. Without wasting a second, I resumed banging her non-stop, while doing my best to ‘last’ in front of a shapely, young mother whose pussy was getting pumped sore.

(She groaned loudly) ‘I.. I.. CAN’T.. ANYMORE! SHIT!’

From the back, I saw her clenching her fists as her vaginal walls collapsed, at the same time along the entirety of my dong. I too, was nearing my limit as she approached climax.

(I moaned) ‘I’M.. CA.. CUMMINGGGGG!’

Her upper-body suddenly swung upwards for me to hold against my chest as we exhaled exasperated breathes of sex, spending exactly three seconds in that position before I blew my load deep into her vagina.

It was also that split second when guilt overcame our sexually gratified bodies, forcing us to disengage and in the shortest time possible, return our clothes to their rightful place.

‘Mummy?’

‘Daddy!’

Just in the nick of time, our kids ran into our arms and we split without saying more than we should. It was about 11pm, past her daughter’s bedtime, did I receive a message from her.

(She texted) ‘Still awake?’

(I texted) ‘Yeah. And I want to apologise about earlier.. ‘

(She texted) ‘Meet me on the 12th floor stairs. We can apologise there.’

It would seem, that she had no intent to ‘talk’ when she appeared in a see-through, black, translucent nightie which was quickly pushed out of the way as we went for another round of hush-hush sex – in plain sight of nobody.

Never again, would we do such things in front of our children, opting for the numerous ‘hideouts’ around our block instead.