Am I dreaming or am I really lying here with my legs wide open and inviting a 72 year old man who I cannot even see to fuck me. I felt his presence i... the room, I heard a harsh breathing then the sound of a belt being unfastened and trousers slipping to the ground. A slight stumble and a grunt as he kicked his trousers off. Another grunt and the clicking of joints and then his hands were on my knees and I could feel his breath on my thighs as he looked up my skirt. His rough hands slid up. She reamed my cunt so hard, so fast. She pounded her girl-dick into my depths.The three of us shared the most taboo passion. We reveled in incest. Deidre’s cock rammed over and over into me, thrusting to the depths of my fertile pussy, stirring such rapture through me. I whimpered, wiggling my hips.“Breed her!” Mom hissed, her pussy growing hotter and hotter, sweet cream dribbling down my chin towards my neck. “Breed the little slut!”“I will!” groaned my sister. “I’m going to flood her, Mom!. He seemed a lot more mature, for one thing, but other than that, he was just an interesting guy.He asked questions, too, but her answers weren’t as entertaining as his. He had gone hiking in the Rocky Mountains. He had been to big cities and places like Six Flags. He had his own car! She noticed a difference in his voice when he talked about home, particularly his sisters, who he said were the best sisters a guy could have. Monica was an only child. She’d wished for a sister or brother all her. I work from home a lot, and working from home, from Donegal was ideal sometimes.There was a knock at the door. Standing there was the most beautiful dark haired woman with an Irish Wolfhound for company.“Can I use you phone? I’ve broken down and my mobile has no reception”Even if she had been ugly as sin, the dog would have got her in, it was lovely (and friendly). Even if she hadn’t had the dog, those swaying hips, and prominent chest, would have got her over the threshold.“I saw your bike in.