Let’s hope your sister will want our surprises." We followed Megan back to her dorm room. My son and I talked a bit more openly about but indirectly...about what we had in mind. "That outfit Megan wears really makes her tits look good. I bet her stupid boyfriend likes to fuck them. I know I would!" I responded to my son by adding, "Megan sure has some tits for her body frame. But did you see her mouth, her lips and her pierced tongue? I bet she gives him great head. I wonder if Megan swallows.". On the last day of September, Bobby was sharpening an axe when he saw Christy’s car drive up to the house. She got out, carrying a case, and a tripod. He walked out to meet her.“Hey,” he said, smiling.She smiled back. That his simple greeting sent a thrill through her belly was neither unexpected, anymore, nor disconcerting.“Hi, handsome,” she flirted. “Are they all ready?”“Are who ready?” he asked.“Your mother and sisters!” she said. “I’m here to make the portraits.”“You are?”“Didn’t they tell. Finishing, I zipped up and flushed. Then I walked out of the door, and something collided with me, I did not know what. Excuse me, I should say I did not know whom. It took me a full three seconds to realize that the person sucking my face was the very same person the handsome boy who was sitting across the table. Mmmph I yelled out in surprise, but he silenced me. I started to kiss back, something he seemed to enjoy immensely. We stood there making out for about a minute, it was heaven on. ”“Yes Aunt Connie” my daughter replied as she hurriedly moved to the floor beside my wife.And that’s where the video began… the one that Connie couldn’t wait to show me. My wife and my daughter, both naked and kneeling side-by-side, taking turns sucking on the strap-on that was jutting out of Connie’s center. I wanted to look away, yet I found that I couldn’t. Each time that I watched it, and there were several, I noticed different little subtleties: The way that my wife tenderly guided my.