I also realized that when the kids did not know the truth, they made up stuff, passing it off as factual.I look back on my life and I can recall so mu...h of my earlier, younger years. Heck, I even remember being bathed in the kitchen sink, then sitting on the counter being dried off. I don't know why I can remember everything but I do. Other kids I have met can hardly remember anything of their youth.I remember everything so clearly, I remember being wakened as I lay sleeping in my bed, hearing. Until she found Gustav. She met him and, after I pronounced him safe, she went with him, into his home, into his dungeon, into his life. One day, I received an envelope, in the mail. An old fashioned wedding invitation. She was marrying the old codger. I tore up the invitation. I sent the RSVP back, with regrets, and a handwritten note: ?You don’t need me anymore.? That was seven years ago. Yesterday, I received a note, by snail mail asking to meet me. So here I. I felt myself getting closer to another orgasm and my moans started to become louder. She shushed me and whispered, “Hey, cuz, I passed by my parents room a few weeks ago and I peeked through their keyhole when I heard some weird sounds. I saw my momma do something to my dad; she stuck her face next to his thing and she used her mouth to suck on it. Do you want me to do that?” I nodded my head quickly and said, “Sure. I think that that would be neat.” She leaned over and slipped my head between. Jan’s eyes popped open when she heard the front door open and close. She glanced at the clock, it was 6 pm and she knew it was John getting home from work. Jan knew she wouldn’t be able to clean up and just laid back on the cum and pussy juice soaked bed. Her body was covered with cum and her ejaculate. Her body, her hair and even crusted cum on her lips from shucking cum covered cocks. Nothing she could do now, John was going to catch her. She knew she would have to explain that it was.