Do you need any special foods, Mark, or are there things I should avoid?" Thanks for asking, but my only need is for a LOT of food. About twice as muc... as most guys my age would eat." I only needed about 40% more, but I wanted leftovers because Gina is Italian. "I've got three hours of training this evening, so I'll only have a light meal before that, and take some with me." Thinking about her making a lot of food made me think of something, so I asked, "Do you enjoy cooking, Gina?" Sure, it's. “That’s ok, I got to know your Uncle Leon better,” I said coyly, even though I presumed they would know how Leon had comforted and then made love to me soon enough, if they did not already know. I smiled sincerely, but the emotions that had been tapped were not far from the surface. I was still feeling a little emotional, first from having been with LaMar under rough circumstances, and then Leon in what was almost the precise realization of a fantasy, even if it was not precisely one of my. I ploughed the mom's cunt a few times and then positioned myself at the entrance of her daughter's cunt, let me said her mom and held my cock as it split her daughters pussy lips, the mom pulled me forward, and my cock head slipped into her daughter's cunt making her moan and cry out. Don’t worry baby girl said the mother, I pushed my cock in further and the young girls sharp cry, told me I had broken her, and I withdrew and saw the tell-tale blood on my cock. Pushing my cock back in and built. .. definitely not... no." it's at moments like these when your brain waves a white flag from its bunker, "They are," still struggling to find a decent spade to backfill the hole I’d dug, "they're my sister's!” What the fuck, my sister’s?! Her plucked eyebrow was joined by its colleague, arching in genuine surprise. I felt my face blush as my rising semi fled for the hills. Where was the bloody money, I patted my pockets feverishly. Laughing, she offered me an escape route, "It's okay, pay me.