“Marco, your son is alive!”“Laylen, Laylen, that- that’s your son!”“Zax...”These and many more reactions stirred the crowed.Of course, n...t all knew Zax. Among the adults, a handful were even unfamiliar with his name and it is meaningless mentioning the younger generation.Zax beheld the people in front of him. Many exhibited happiness, many showed suspicious, several were even angry and all were confused.“Ssh...” The whisper was carried on a wave of dark attribute energy, spread in the crowed. My grandmother and I still were kissing deep and I slid myself into her. I then started to really push up into her and she responded by riding back and forth. After a few moments I sat up and held her tight as she rode me fast. Her sexy hips were really thrusting back and forth. It was so hot. I stared to suck my grandmothers nipples and looked over and Mark was cumming on his wife. He had taken it out and was pumping himself and shooting on his wife's stomach. I'm not gay but it got to me and. She made a few stabbing movements with the vibe then held it in position as she started to cum. There was a brief little trickle of viscous fluid that made its way past the shaft then she started to frantically rub her clit with the fingers of her other hand. This opened the floodgates in a very literal’ way. As she started to orgasm, a jet of cum squirted clear across the room. It splashed all across my legs then a few squirts hit my thighs as she reached the crescendo. Her last squirt hit me. Especially since I did not eat anything from the plane.There was a lot of wine, but he poured everything. So I soon became completely drunk and the malos ceased to control myself. You understand what I'm getting at - it's still a story all the same.in short, when I got drunk, he took out a laptop, opened a xhamster website and showed me his profile. Damn, here I even through alcohol rushed that I, it turns out, corresponded with him. And I corresponded in the name of trance. And I wrote a lot.