But we do exist, and I am so deeply ingrained in this life style that i find it hard to live without it. You see, The Island is a complex, a settlment...started by some of the vangaurds of hippies in the late fifties, and it has only grown since then. it was settled by 8 families, but since it's inceptiom, 5 have left and 3 remain. of the remaining three, im part of the bastions, the first family to settle here.I walk to my fathers home, a small, un-imposing hut, tucked away a little, out of view. I was wet, too wet. FDM said “excuse me sir, your kiss sorry keys” Uncle took out fingers from my vagina in front of him and move same hand to took keys. While taking key he moved his hand little long up to managers lips and manger just lick my juice from his fingers…. He said sorry sir and gave the keys. Uncle smile at him and we proceed to our room.I wanted to call my mom that I will be late but uncle jim didn’t let me call. He throw me in bed and spread my legs apart. He set his face in. “Oh, he’s licking me,” I heard my mother squeak.“Isn’t he just,” my aunt replied.I licked my mother from sphincter to clit. By then I had her by the backs of her knees, spreading her wide while also lifting her legs so she was about bent double in the sofa’s embrace. With her in such a vulnerable position, all her intimate places exposed, I felt a surge of reckless desire, tasting my mother’s essence as she gasped and wriggled and moaned. Then, when I heard my aunt speaking, I looked up over my. She was coming. There was no more argument for her as her body quivered. Cole felt how wet she was through her pants. She began to shake uncontrollably. On a deep intake of breath, she came, quietly. Her back arched against him. He slowed the rhythm of his fingers, bringing her back down to earth. ‘We’re here.’ He spoke. She looked at him, mute. Her eyes were liquid. He quickly paid the cab driver and pulled her gently from the cab. ‘Can you walk?’ ‘Yes.’ They moved hand in hand to the.