We sat and discussed what to do with the k**s. I said since her parents and mine were both busy today for the Saturday of the 4th of July weekend, we ...eeded to keep the k**s occupied. I suggested that Cerome may be able to get a guided tour of the Ship. she thought it was a good idea and we both sat and drank coffee until the k**s awoke. We played with the k**s until Cerome woke up and he was wearing my robe that Peggy laid on the bed for him. he filled it out much better than I did. He looked. In the early fifties to work in the printing industry. He met a graphic artist at the company—a big, beautiful, blonde Swedish girl who became my grandmother. Their daughter, Ilsa, was a rebellious child of the late sixties. She protested and marched, and was even found chained to a tree in a national forest where they were going to log. That’s where she met Stew, my father. He’s a short dark half-Cherokee. A few years later, I came along and turned out short like my father, but blonde like my. So I stood there in the doorway looking at her and felt my big cock filling rapidly. I had relieved myself when I awoke with an iron-hard erection as I usually did, but now it was coming up again. Not unusual but sometimes annoying.She heard the door open I guess and turned her head and her mouth fell open. She stopped in mid-lift and her eyes got real big and then she squealed, rolled over to show me her fine ass and bulging vulva and started to crawl away. I pounced on her, pulled her to me. Cindy squatted down over Bob and started rubbing her pussy on his face. Bob started licking and sucking, lapping at Cindy’s apparently wet pussy. He kept lapping at her pussy and Emily started attacking Cindy’s tits. She was sucking on the nipples very hard, making Cindy moan and groan. Emily seemed to enjoy working hard on Cindy, as well as Bob. After only a couple of minutes, Cindy screamed she was cumming and came all over Bob’s face. She was never a squirter, but she did provide a lot of.