“Fuck me till you cum…and don’t stop…don’t you dare fucking stop…I don’t care if Paul fucking walks in…you don’t stop!” Well, that...answered his question without doubt. She wanted a hot load in her, and who was he to deny it to her. With a heaving thrust forward, he guided his dick back inside of her and began to pump her confining cunt like a piston, building in speed and ferocity for several minutes until she was writhing and moaning, her oversized titties flopping up and down…her fat belly. ”“And you’re my favorite con artist,” I said, hugging the delectable blonde. She even smelled like English roses.“No, this time, it’s got be you conning me,” she said, her blue eyes flashing. “You’ve written 25 stories? No way.”“Not stories,” I grinned. “Books. I’ve written 25 books. And I’ve got 2-3 more in my head that I will do this weekend while Liz is still here.”“I can’t wait to see that wrinkled old bitch,” Althea grinned.“Then you’re going to be sorely disappointed,” I said as we. I was outside.’ ‘It’s okay, Dad. It’s nothing important,’ she said. ‘How are you doing these days?’ he asked. ‘I’m still working at the hotel,’ she answered. ‘And I’ve gotten a part-time job at a diner. Oh, and I’m volunteering at an animal shelter as well.’ Isaac laughed. ‘My, what a busy life you’re leading! I hope you have plenty of rest.’ ‘Don’t worry about me, Dad,’ she said. ‘How’s your road trip going? Where are you now?’ Isaac hesitated for a moment before answering, ‘I am actually in. Right now, I need fucked."Using the convenient handle she already held, Christine led her nephew to the bedroom. He kicked off his shoes as soon as they crossed the threshold, and she pulled off her shirt. In short order, they were nude and sharing a hungry kiss."Get the camera and the tripod," Christine purred in his ear after their lips parted.Adam grinned when he followed her nod to see the requested items in the corner of the room. He sat up the tripod at the foot of the bed, and then.