As she was doing this, she realized that Amy’s legs were trembling.“Are you OK mom?”“Becky, I’m so tired I can’t stand any more.”Becky s...oppered the tub and it began to fill with water. She turned off the shower and lowered her mother into the rising water. Becky soaped her hands again and started to wash her mom’s pussy. She was surprised that Amy had opened her legs to her. Becky slowly slid her hand down her mother’s tummy to her mound. As she went over the crest, she felt her warm. There was a combined living and bedroom with three tall, slim windows for illumination and two doors at either end, one leading to a bathroom and the other to a small kitchen.“Make yourself comfortable.” Annette said as she dropped her jacket and handbag onto a circular folding dinning table near to the kitchen door. The flat was surprisingly nice and cosy and stood in stark contrast to the building it was situated in. Trudy sat on a large settee and saw her trainers sink into a thick pile. My brother said he told them I was cock hungry or that I was a fucking queer begging for a good pounding.I was out in the yard one day and one of my favorite spots was behind a storage building in our back yard, I decided to go back there and play in the pond or just be by myself in the nude. While I was walking I could see my oldest cousin come slowing across the yard behind me. I was almost scared because he was massive in size, like 6'2'' and a real strong cowboy type.I tried to run around. I liked nothing more than watching a man, braced over me, fucking and grinding his cock into me, moaning, grunting and sweating until it was time to release his warm hot spunk, wherever he chose to do so.He gripped my ankles and pushed them to his chest, the hard nipples and a sprinkling of chest hairs a sensual tickling tool. I still felt suspended, my abdominal muscles tight, my ass gripping his cock in an even tighter hold. Martin put his hands behind my knees, pushing them towards my chest.