<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/rabidferret_1973/Personal%20Photos/Roleplaying/Professor1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gideon Miller<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miller Cabin<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Miller Family<br/><br/>A slow, warm smile curled the corners of Gideon’s lips as he heard his wife’s plea, breathing in deeply the scent of her arousal.  He kissed at her neck and ran his tongue down her collarbone, shifting on the bed.  Hearing his daughter’s voice crying out his son’s name, shaking his head at how loud she could be, and how bold, so very different form her sweet, shy mother, at least on the latter since he’d gotten some good cries out of Belle.  “You two play nicely or come in here for parental supervision,” he called out, not sure if they would hear him.<br/><br/>Placing his hands on the back of his wife’s thighs, he pushed them up and off the bed until her knees were close to touching her chest.  Placing her feet on his chest, he hauled out his enraged member to rub the head along her damp slit, up and down.  Leaning into her, he slid deep into her as his knees touched he behind, kneeling for the right angle.  He pushed deep until he felt his balls resting on her backside, soaking into her for a moment. Then, he began to gently rock his hips as his hands held her legs aloft.  It was a short, staccato in and out as he slapped against her, their skin sticking together for a moment before slowly pulling apart with a slurping kind of noise.<br/>