All of a sudden I feel a warmness running down from the tip of my dick. I had to open my eyes to find out what this could be. I see Amber with a strin... of spit going from her mouth to my dick. She starts giving me the most amazing hand job ever while cramming her fingers inside of her at the same time. The slight moans that she was letting out were nearly making me cum way too fast. I needed to prevent myself from cumming fast, so I just slightly moved as if I were adjusting in my sleep. She. Following in his father’s footsteps. Grandfather’s. Third generation hater. His father had been a prominent Bircher. One of the first in the country to turn his barn into an easel for signs composed by The Messenger. The same sign would appear in multiple locations across the country.They’re Coming For Our Guns!States Rights!Federal Reserve = Jews!No one in law enforcement knew who The Messenger was. There was speculation that it was a committee. Keeping the true believers on ... um, message.. She moved her body towards my cock, and started to lick it until I became hard. I slowly placed two fingers inside her and rhythmically moved them in and out. As she started to increase her speed, I would increase mine. Curling my fingers towards her waist, I must have found her g-spot. She pressed down on my hand and took me deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together tightly as my rod fell from her mouth. She let a soft moan, but I could feel her pussy walls shake around my. They moved together in the same age old rhythm of men and women through the millennia, reveling in the sensuousness and pleasure of their bodies united. Neither one remembered to keep their noise down, and neither heard the slight click as the door unlatched and swung slightly open. Lost in their lust and need of each other, neither noticed their father standing staring with wide disbelieving eyes at his son and daughter fucking uninhibitedly on the rumpled bed. Neither saw the shock on his.