Mr. Jackson stretched from where he lay beneath the covers, the dim summer light trickling through the blinds of  his window and resting on his weary eyes. Summoning him forth from his slumber, how he hated being summoned. He moved his arms beneath his head, staring at the now waking form of his wife with a smile, his perfect white teeth shining in the natural way that suggested good genes. His arms slipped around his wife from where he lay, her curvy, vivacious body flooding his arms as he kissed the back of her neck. "Good morning." He whispered, his dirty blond hair falling just above his eyebrows, gently swaying with his movement. She always managed to wake him up, her sexy visage hadn't faded with age, not to mention the fact they had used baby food, rather then breast feeding to keep her tits in good shape. He grinned, now thinking about the twins, he couldn't wait until this evening, finally, his kids could get a real taste of good old Jackson fun.<br/><br/>His muscular body pressed against hers with the suggestion of morning wood against her ass, the grogginess he had been feeling just moments before fading away. He cast his eyes quickly against the bedside table, they would have to start getting ready in about an hour, plenty of time for their ceremonial wakening. Hopefully the rest of his children would be getting ready to, the massive, mahogany house creaking with the sounds of waking bodies, the shower, audible above his room. Hopefully he wouldn't have to nag them up, they knew that if they bothered Dad in his bedroom before he was. . . Satisfied, that he would be seriously pissed. "Come on you sexy old broad, we have an hour before we have to prepare. Just think about how much better the morning will be if your properly sated." Ray grinned again, his hand smoothing down her skin before resting gently on her nipple, tugging, twisting and twirling the little bud with his fourth and middle fingers.