"Mother Hen replies, "Tango Uniform report."I reply, "Sir there are more vehicles headed into Texas all the time and some are beginning to disperse on...the side roads. It looks like they are after more than Bob's Country Bunker. I would say this is another invasion of Texas."Mother Hen orders, "Tango Uniform, get back here with the video ASAP."We do a quick 180, head back along the road while making sure we film everything. As we get close to Bob's Country Bunker, there's a huge fucking. She had the kind of face that causes people to stop in their tracks and stare. Missy and Sabrina were not lacking in the looks department, and I thanked my lucky stars for bringing them to me, but this was beauty of a different order altogether."Come inside where it's cool," I said.I went into the kitchen for drinks and Katie followed me. She was full of questions, asking me about teaching and about tennis, and generally keeping up an incessant chatter. I was mixing vodka into a pitcher of. Yes. Yes. Yes. I’ m cumming. Cumming! Cumming!! Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!”And I came. My own son had his cock inside the same place he had been born into this world and made me cum!Whilst he was fucking me he had pulled my dress apart, pulling off the buttons that held the top of it together, and exposing my ample bosom. My breasts had flopped out with Paul’s hands now squeezing them, pinching the nipples and adding to the delight of this sin of all sins incest.was a wicked boy. The nastiness of the. Her fingers went to her shirt buttons but her eyes never left my face, watching my reactions, as I waited for her to remove her shirt. She teased me by pulling one side of her shirt away from her breast and then covering that one and uncovering the other. She finally bared both of her beautiful breasts at the same time and then removed her shirt completely.I just stared at her chest; her milk-swollen tits were right in front of me and watched as she cupped them in her hand and offered them to.