"Is what we do dirty, Uncle Bob?" Jill had asked."Sweety, there are some folks who would call it dirty or wrong. Most people don't do it the way we do... I suppose. But what we do is between us, and I don't think it's anybody else's business. If you don't like it anymore, then we'll stop." She'd said she didn't want to stop. She liked what they did. And they agreed then that no one would be told anything about it in the future, and it would be just between them. After that, however, sometimes. I guess I can do that.”“Well dad, you think mom is beautiful, but you say something like, she’s a ridden hard, put away wet, prune-faced scarecrow whore with used up dry cow udders, a pregnant horse’s ass and a disease ridden, stretched out, fist fucked cunt. That’s just off the top of my head.”“Wow. I know ... I’m sure ... I ... there’s no way I could come up with that stuff like you just did.”“We can pretend for the most part. But you just have to do your best. You’ll be playing the part of. Thomas invited us all back to his truck cab….my first orgy and I was the center of it!……I was excited. The thought of 4 hot hunky sweaty truckers grabbing all over me……had me ready to blow my load right then. It was pretty crowded but we all managed, everyone immediately began stripping and stoking their cocks like a pack of wolves in heat. One trucker proceeded to broadcast how he hasn’t had any good pussy in months and how he was going to tear up my tight little ass. Thomas quickly motioned. He looked blindly for the slow cooker, found it, but couldn’t get his hand to move on the knob. Finally, and saying to hell with it, he unplugged the damn thing from the wall and raced back to his waiting wife. When he got back into the bedroom, Ellen laughed. It was throaty, and it made his blood boil with desire. Shedding his shirt, he climbed back onto the bed and immediately took her left nipple in his mouth. She gasped and arced her back and his arm slid behind her. The sound was music to.