I don't have all fucking day... come... get my cock nice and hard baby."Margaret started crying. Only her husband called her Margie. He would call her...by that name when they made love."Please mister... I'm begging please don't make me do this... Please. Sir... I've never done that before!" she said, sobbing like a little girl."What... you mean to tell me that you don't even suck your husbands cock?" No. Sir... we don't do that." She replied."Well today is your lucky day, Margie, Not only am I. The pair were in the throes of wild sex, his aunt arched back trusting as his mother laid spread writhing under her sister. Tim's eyes went wide at the sight his mouth dropping open as he took it all in. His mother and aunt joined together, fucking like animals, all that flesh and all those boobs just made him freeze for a minute as he stared watching his aunt pounding a thick black dildo fixed into the belt around her groin, Tim would very soon learn it was a strap on, in and out of his. ”She was drunker than I thought and now the asshole in me was coming out, so I started shooting pictures and rolling video, while she dozed and I took off her underwear exposing her hairy black bush and mouth fucked her a bit, getting some blackmail material for future use either with Leslie or my wife.Meanwhile, I got on my knees and began licking Leslie’s sweet love pot. She was big in the hips, thighs and ass and white and smooth, with some freckles, but not fat. She had the broadest, most. . Meka was right. In amanner of speaking, Maggie was a child in her mind, with a littlegirl's wants and desires. The PPC designation stands for what we in thebusiness call, the Peter Pan Complex. In layman's terms, she wasforever a child, only a lost girl instead of a lost boy as the popularfairy tale claims. See... even if Maggie would have had the money tofeminize her body in the outside world, the little girl within herwould still have been imprisoned. The Pod was the only chance she hadof.