If he thought about his father anymore, it was going to ruin the mood. Instead he focused on Anna and spent several minutes demonstrating just what french kissing entailed. Of course, he was going off what he had read and heard but soon his kissing had improved. He figured he would have to kiss her like this at least once a day to get proficient at it. It's a hard task but he was up for it, in more ways than one.<br/><br/>He actually groaned into her mouth when he felt her pussy lips brush his cock. Their kissing lost some of his focus sent he was doing his best to make sure he didn't thrust up. He almost lost the battle when she started kissing back. The blood pounded in his ears and all he could think about was the young woman sitting astride him.<br/><br/>"French kissing," he managed to pant out, "mimics love making. My tongue thrusts into your mouth much like my cock would thrust into your pussy. After his two years of punishment then you can bleed that asshole dry. I'll even give you a nice knife to cut his dick off. He can bleed to death from that wound."