“Ooh, that’s good. “Seventeen and needing a strong man to look out for her.”
It wasn’t uncommon for me to lie about my age. He kissed me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. The one who looked like a construction worker but was suave. The cloth was disturbed by his withdrawing hand, my perky titty left exposed, my brown nipple hard and aching. Thick lines of his passion painted me. He had taken over the family, my husband little more than a cuckold getting off on his wife and daughter becoming his son’s women. The passion twisted off her face. If we don’t, why, the things we get up to together.”
“My daughter is just a little harlot,” Mom added, her voice husky. That incestuous rush of spurting my jizz into my submissive mother’s asshole. Clint had friends, and if word came out that we were looking into his college, it could tip him off. “Look at them. A second crib lay beside it for my granddaughter Siona. I spread them, aiming my shaved, barely legal cunt right
