She wondered with embarrassment whether in fact she had leaked some wee as she was walking to the lavatory. However, she realised that in fact it wasn...t wee but her sex juice. She started to experience erotic flutters flying around her vagina as the stinging turned from intense pain to something rather more erotic. She ran her fingers along her pussy lips and to her initial amazement but then delight she realised that she was actually quite damp. As she continued to run her fingers along her. “As you have all probably guessed, none of this was made anywhere around here. That’s not quite accurate. It’s really of question of when it was made rather than where.” From their looks it was clear I was stumbling with my explanation. “Let me try this again. I’ll start off saying almost everything you think you know about me, except my name, is probably wrong. The first time I met Great Grandfather Garcia, he said that I was an old soul in a young body. He was more correct than anyone. Mom slid up close to my cock, slipped her hand around my balls and squeezed ever so gently. She had the right touch and drove me mad with hot desire for her. I watched her every move as she glanced up at me every now and then to make sure I was enjoying every minute. She flicked her tongue across the top of my hot cock and then pressed her lips over my aching head. She slid her mouth down over my cock slowly, driving me wild. I could have cum right then, but I managed to withstand the desire.. I choke and cough and finally I get away. He holds my head and another jet of spunk hits my cheek. I pull out of his grip and cough. I spit his spunk onto the carrier bag on the floor. I swallowed some I know I did! I can taste his spunk in my mouth, and I can see it pooled on the bag. Salty like mine, but not as unpleasant as I thought it would be, considering where it has come from, my creepy uncle that is! I look up at him from the floor. He is still panting, but he has recovered some of his.