I can't figure out women. I don't know if it is me attracting the crazy ones or not, but Tracy had me tied up in knots trying to figure out if this wa... some kind of test.Tuesday night Mrs. A, Mom, and Tracy picked out my wardrobe. I was surprised when they did not go with the suit. They went with a fitted black t-shirt made out of some kind of silky stretchy material. It was almost like not wearing a shirt because it showed every bump, ridge and ripple. They also chose a pair of slacks I wasn't. I tried to push his cock away, but he was too deep inside my pussy by now and pumping away for all he was worth. it felt like only seconds later when I felt him pumping his thick load deep into my little pussy. I felt the tip of the old mans cock pop into my mouth which filled it and made it feel like I would not be able to breathe. he gripped my head and started to fuck my face for all he was worth. I could feel him trying to push his dick further into my mouth so he could get it down my. We were a very close family and being nude around each other every day just brought us closer. We’d often joke about body sizes and pinch and pat those parts but never with the thought of having sex with that family member. Yes I’d wank off to the images of my wife and daughter getting it on, but what guy doesn’t dream of some girl on girl action.Amy came and sat with us at the table and over toast and coffee we chatted about the various things we were all going to do. After she got back from. “Yours?” he asked.“Yeah. Pretty amateurish.”“It’s brilliant!”“But...”“How long had you been painting before this?”“About a year maybe? This was my first oil, at least the first I kept.”“And after?” he asked, feeling the rawness had been explained.“I guess I’m not patient enough.”“You don’t paint?”“Just at school. I only really got into it when I was here. She insisted.”“She?”“Miss Townshend. That’s her portrait. She sits there,” Freddy pointed at the chair closest to the painting. “Doesn’t like.