I've known Jeff less than a year, but he's Dad, where James Bond is my father. I realize my brothers and I were a nuisance he put up with so he could ...ave my mother. Maybe it was the three of us he got tired of, maybe it was Mom. We've heard that his Teresa, or Bimbo as Mom calls her, is a whiny little bitch and now that she's trapped him she just wants him for what she can get out of him. He'll probably get tired sooner or later and have another ex-wife and child to support. Though he doesn't. Suddenly the fantasy image of Kevin was standing in front of her once again, but this time the towel was nowhere to be seen. She smiled hungrily as she took in the 'sight' of what she thought his cock looked like: long, thick and veiny with a bulbous purple head. Anne ran her tongue along the entire length of the hotdog, kissed the tip and shoved the stand-in for her brother's cock past her lips. Her imaginary Kevin closed his eyes and let his head fall back, a low moan escaping his throat. He. "Your mother can sure suck a dick, honey. You, too. Both of you blowjob queens can slurp me, anytime. And I mean that in the nicest way." They chuckled at my impropriety. We slid our underthings back on, I patted their asses the whole way up those black and pink/white panties slid back up. Leticia gave me a goodnight hug which I reciprocated.Yvette gently led me by my half-hard cock through my cotton briefs to the staircase that led to her boudoir. "Stay the night, boo. We'll say goodbye. You turn to Maria and say "You are the guest, you first." You both start moving around to change position; I just lie there and wait. She straddles me and, with a softest of touches from her hand, I slide into her. Slowly descending on me all the way to the hilt. She stays still for a couple of seconds and then starts to ride me. You, in the mean time, have moved up my body and straddling my chest start to move upwards. Looking down into my face and smiling as you gently lower your pussy on my.