My worst day on the bike out in the open was better than my best day in the minivan.That morning, Marty and I were just outside Kingman, Arizona, and ...eaded west. The geography was just as it had been the two days before, mostly flat, but with some long uphill grades. Not steep climbs really, but requiring me to pedal now and then. I didn't even mind. There were some great landscapes to take a look at during the gentle climbs.I took my eyes off the road only long enough to see the scenery to. "Yes, yes, I know, okay, I'll come home early and stay out of your way."***"Come in Junior, through here," said Sally as he followed her into the room.She poured the drinks and they sat down, Junior was very close, she could feel the heat emanating from his thigh and her pussy began to get wet. She wondered what a black cock would look like, she had heard stories about black cocks but just dismissed them as fantasy.A couple of hours alter Sally was a little tipsy, she took Juniors hand and led. )Me – Thanks, father.Father – Of course, dear.We had lunch, and I went to the farm later to finish the rest of the day’s work. I returned to the cottage by the evening after helping out the kids nearby in sewing. I got fresh, and we had supper just as the night started crawling in.He was calm and settled on the dining ledge. But I wasn’t. The next day’s event kept me nervous all day. After I sat beside him on that ledge, I couldn’t have the bread peacefully.Then I finished cleaning the dishes. They never got more than about three feet away from the front door before Robin's cunt was fully engorged by George's expanded cock. Though he was a fully grown man, George's cock did not swell much larger than Wilbur's, so Robin was in no danger from the increased size.Wilbur and Janet came in to watch the encounter as soon as they were sure that their parents were fully engaged in fucking. Wilbur noted several things that he would add to his research notes, but Janet just watched her parents.