Deana was sleeping when he went to ask her what happened with their mother; then he fell asleep until dinner. For a second, Evan thought he should look away; then it hit him, it doesn’t matter anymore. His hand stopped stroking, and he gave her a questioning look. “What if I was worried about the same thing?” She ran her hand through his hair. Only his dick knob was in her mouth, and she twisted on it, sucking and licking like a porn star. Deana gasped. “I might be feeling a little jealous,” Rebecca said. Her legs opened and moved up Bobby’s body. Things quickly escalated, and Bobby’s primal lust consumed him. He tightened his arms around her waist and squeezed the air from her lungs. “There something else you could do, though.” Rebecca put her hand on Deana’s stomach; then it started moving down. Becky spread her legs until her pants wouldn’t stretch anymore. I’m not accusing you or giving you the green light, but it’s your life, and I understand how things can happen.”
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