You can help Grandpa around the farm, milking cows, feeding the livestock and you can eat a lot of your Grandma June's homemade chocolate chip cookies... I figure my big boy deserves it when he gets all As. Your high guidance counselor was wrong, Henry. You're not a moron after all." Milking cows? Eating chocolate chip cookies?" Henry laughed out loud as he patted one of his mother's oversized glands with an open hand and then gave it a playful pinch. "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm. Who was still buried in his wife’s pussy and punching him in the face while the door shut off by itself cutting out the sound once more. William Jr. lost his balance and fell over with his fast shrinking cock bouncing about now. Mendelssohn’s wife immediately clambered away clutching her torn dress to her body. Mendelssohn had then tried to kick William Jr. in the crotch but being younger and more agile, William Jr. had been quick to recover his movement. Even though William Jr. was on the. Seemingly spent, her father got off of her, and they lay there, side-by-side."Well dear. What did you think?"She leaned over and kissed him. "Thanks, Dad. That was incredible!" My pleasure, dear. You've now been initiated into this family's tradition. We should probably do this tomorrow night, too. You need the experience. I know I won't object to fucking my brand new daughter again. I want to make sure you are loosened up some. Remember, your sister said she would peg you before the week is. ” There was a pause. Helen felt she was on dangerous ground here. “What happened?” she asked tentatively. Suzi sighed. “He died. Went windsurfing and dropped dead of a heart attack. Apparently he’d known for ages that he was ill, but said he’d rather enjoy himself while he was alive, than be an invalid.” “He sounds like a wonderful man”, said Helen, gently. “He was. I miss him. So does Mum. He would have approved of you and I, I think.” “How’s that?” “He always told me to make sure I did what I.