She felt his hands smooth up and down her back with one resting on her left ass cheek“What’s with you and the old guy? He’s old enough to be you... dad,” Jeff remarked.“That’s because he is my dad.”Jeff almost choked when he swallowed, “He’s your dad and he was fingering your pussy and feeling your tit?”“That’s not all that we do. Do you want to watch my dad and I fuck or I can give him a nice blow job? I love the taste of his cum.”“Jesus, you sure seem to commit incest quite often.”“Often enough. I often use to visit her home alone and use to talk and return.She called me one day evening as she was bored at home alone and asked me to come by for some chit chat. And she said she was tired that evening. So I made some plan to take a chance. I asked her tiredness and all and agreed to go. While going I made a plan.While talking I just dared to say her that if she won’t mind then I can give her some body massage for relaxation. I expressed this desire to her and she found ok. I was so. It was still pretty cold and the fresh shoots hadn't emerged yet. The house was quiet, but I tied Jingo to the porch railing and knocked on the door. It took a few minutes, but Mrs. Jacobs answered. She looked a lot older than the last time I saw her. She'd done one of my shows with me last summer and shown me how to cook a real farm breakfast."Well, Brian Frost. How nice to see you. Come in," she said softly. "Marshall and I were just having a cup of coffee. Can I pour you one?" Thank you,. Bunny’s mind was as much on this prick as it was on thoughts of her school day and the boys she’d fucked with and how different their younger, smoother pricks were to this old fuck’s. And then she felt the spasms of his penis, and knew that she had to move fast to both release Mo’s come and to stop him staining her black tee-shirt. She didn’t want Mo’s sperm on the ‘ CUNT ’ on her chest anymore than she’d want it on the cunt between her legs. And soon she was back with the gang, laden down.