She squeezed his balls again and this time fondled them roughly and in a manner that she recognized instantly as sexual. Part of her had done it with...ut thinking and without pondering the consequences. But she was doing it now and for the life of her, she didn’t want to stop. Semen began to ooze from his flaccid penis again and then as she squeezed and massaged more roughly, larger blobs began to pop, without warning, from the head of his dangling dick, splattering her forearm. Hector had. With that, she reached between our hips; grabbed my balls and started to squeeze and massage me. It was the one time that I felt such a different kind of pleasure.I turned her over on the bed into a missionary ready position. Instead of deep penetration I wanted to change a bit and do somewhat more vanilla stuff. I lay down on top of her probably kissed her and began a conventional missionary fuck. But, as before, she locked her feet around my legs and we again became one. This time, however,. "No! I won't let you! You can't do that to me! Mommy, don't let her!" You are MEAN!" Zuza told the Goddess, hands on her hips. She tossed her head, short red hair not having the dramatic effect she probably intended. "She's our Mom! He's our Dad! You can't take one of them from us!" She will still live," Zywie said, voice calm. "She will still be like your mother." But I won't look like her! I won't look like Grandpa! No, you can't do it! I won't let you!" Zuza!" Adanya stared at her daughter. I couldn't stop this and neither could he, not that either of us wanted to. I felt every shot of cum enter me and he pumped me faster as he ejaculated. The vein inside his cock pulsed until every drop of cum was in me. With each throb of his cock my vagina grabbed it tighter. My cervix was sucking in every shot of his virile sperm, my body was responding to us mating as it should! At last my mega-orgasm ebbed and my heart beat slowed enough for me to catch my breath and I found my legs still.