Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more disappointed. “Lam... or not, I will screw her. Just my luck!” he thought. Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it’s prestigious to brag about screwing a casted girl. Other thoughts fleeted through his mind too. Such as: “Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard. But what you did not know it that I am now twenty two years old and Aunt Bea is looking pretty freaking hot.Well, it had been a long hot summer down here and things were pretty shipshape law wise, no big crime wave and Pa figured it was time to go camping and fishing for a few days, bring his guitar an scare the crap out of any wilderness animals.Aunt Bea had a trip planned for the same time and had her bags packed. I could hardly wait as I wanted to take care of some things as I wore Aunt. Mike then clips the spreader bar into place from ankle to ankle, spreading my legs obscenely wide and exposing my ass and pussy to all. The butt plug is moving in and out, as I am fucking his cock with my red-hot fuck slit, the juices running along his cock, down his balls and depositing on the bed cover. I have lost control now to my desire for release and am doing anything I can think of to try to orgasm. He grips the handle of the butt plug and pulls it out slowly, to the point of maximum. It went over quite well!“Maitre Encule, may I have permission to speak?” Pouffiasse asked me while she crawled on the floor, scrubbing it with her backside. Her tits were not big enough for a sponge, so I strapped it to her ass and made her wiggle obscenely with her legs spread while the others crawled face down.“If it does not bore me,” I had the cane in my hand, and I moved to strike her as I gave her permission to speak.“I meant to thank you,” she said. I withheld my cane as I waited for her.