Holly's tongue and lips were working as she graphically imagined plating her brother's prick and, with equal enthusiasm, sucking her mom's cunt.The gi...l dipped three fingers knuckles-deep into her own foaming fuckhole, then drew her hand up to her lips and licked, making believe that it was her mom's cunt milk that she was tasting on her fingers.She tongued her digits one by one, then bunched them up in a cock-shaped bundle and began to feed them in and out of her sucking mouth, her fantasy. Here in her own kitchen she stood for him, he still suckling on her breast like a baby, his warm hands sliding over her buttocks, soft and gentle, smoothly his once strong hands finding her dimples, and her tender spots, her curves and her swells. The cool summer air, reaching her damper more excited crevices, as she waited eagerly now for his touch, his discovery of the little ring she had, had pierced over her clit, for her husband all those years ago, his mark, as good as any brand, her. The bartender brought us each another beer and told us it was on the house while we were waiting. We watched another girl dance until Mark came back grinning. I couldn't believe him. He had better at home for free, waiting for him. What a numb nut. He deserved the revenge that Linda gave him. I wondered if she would find out again.Mark dropped Dan off at home and I had left my car there so I got out there too. We said our goodbyes to Mark and Dan invited me in for a beer. I went in to have one. ” The two men cackled to each other and walked out the back of the trailer, leaving me alone with Lacy once again. As soon as the screen door slapped closed, I jumped up and frantically searched the floor for my pants. “Who the hell was that?” I asked Lacy, as I located my trousers and stepped inside them. “Oh, pay them no mind,” Lacy replied, as she began getting dressed. “That’s just my husband and his loser friend is all.” I paused zipping up my pants.