"I do, Mom, and your slit is wetter than a monsoon. I haven't even let my fingers in there yet." Don't worry, son, if the room fills up with my lady j...ice, you can lie on my breasts, they are great life preservers. Let those fingers into my snatch if you like, do whatever you feel is right, but remember: consequential incest is always right." I didn't hear him agree, but of course, having him continue to please me could only mean that he did, in fact, agree with me. Feeling him finger me seemed. Mom wrote as she was walked around room with a drink of cheap gin meeting the men, they felt her cunt, tits, pulling her nipples, when she got in front of the deacon she told him church will never be the same, he told her fuck no, every time I look at you Ill get a hard on lol. She wrote Chester pulled a chair to center of room then sat in it, pulled mom by her hips down onto his lap telling her to guide his dick up her cunt, wrote some of the men hitched he was going to get that white cunt. Mary and Sara found it to be very funny. Well, Mom had a smile on her face, too.I got back into the kitchen and Jill was cooking French Toast. Mary was getting butter and maple syrup from the refrigerator while Sara was handling the plates and silverware. Mom was sitting back, drinking her coffee. I sat down and poured myself some orange juice."Did you sleep well, Jackie?" Yep. Much better than when I'm by myself on the couch." It's interesting you said that. You're not going to be able to use. Abbott!!!’ Dean inserted a hand between the young woman’s smooth legs and cupped her slick vagina in his hand, finding it hot and wet. He toyed with it and slid his fingers between her puffy labia. The teenager’s hips began rocking and an unbroken litany of delight poured from her mouth. ‘Yessssss!!! Yessssss!!! Play with my pussy!!! Finger me!!! Oh, Mr. Abbott!!! Mr. Abbott!!!’ she cried. Dean slid his lips down from her chest, across her heaving belly, and into the lush mat of pubic hair.