.. ?”Mike shook his head no. “He died when I was about nine years old.”Melody put her hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have...brought it-”Silencing her with a tender kiss, he smiled. “It’s totally fine. I miss him, but thinking about him doesn’t make me sad. Hell, right now he’s probably lecturing Jesus himself about how criminal it is that ‘Even in Heaven I still can’t get breakfast in bed!’”Melody rolled off of him, laughing at the impersonation he did. “Would he really do. Mom, in her usual gown, opened the door and asked why we didn’t go for a movie. My brother laughed and said, “We wanted to know what you were up to and hence we are at home now. What were you doing for the past hour?” Mom said, ‘Nothing specific. I watched Tv, browsed through a novel and was about to prepare tea.” Then I stepped in. I said, “Oh! You did this all when big uncle was here, is it?” Now she was caught with surprise. She said, “What nonsense you are talking? Why big uncle should be. I'm too focused to care who."Shit Dad you really are a nasty faggot, cock sucking bitch aren't you? Wow," Eli screams."Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna shoot" one, or maybe more of the boys breathily moans out. I can't tell who's saying what to who anymore, or doing what to who, as it's all too much now, all 5 of us clearly on the edge of cumming.Nick and Glen continue to pound my son's ass and mouth with wet, slushy soundsFisting his cock an inch from Eli's waging, waiting tongue, Glen grits out,. It begins with a single finger, light in the touch but probing. A fingernail flicks back the material of the thong exposing her fiery, close-shaven hole and gently circling around it. Then she hears a spit and the finger comes back, firmer, wetter, but still just circling. She starts to half-turn when suddenly she's pushed forward and another pair of hands tug a rubbery hood down over her long hair and pulls harder until she comes to realise that it only has one opening: at the mouth. A bit.