Me... Into... A.... Fag...” I grunted out each word with each thrust. Even as he writhed for more of my cock he still had the gall to show me cheek....��You fucking love being a fag, Uncle Jake. I bet you've never fucked a bitch with a pussy this tight.” It was true, though I wasn't going to tell the little fucker that. His ass seemed to ripple around my dick, pulling it in until I was sure I was spearing his guts to hell. I eventually let his hips go, leaning down further to get better leverage,. We live on a dead-end road in the county. John loves it here since the other boys live very close to us. This summer they decided to build a fort (a shack really) and I tried to help. John told me to go away the fort was guys doing guys things. What kind of things I asked and he said to just go away. I would see them go into the fort and stay for hours. One day I decided to sneak up and peek in to see what they were doing. I quietly knelt by the side of the fort where there was a small gap in. The coolness quickly disappeared once she wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly, twisting slightly, and completely coating my cock with the slippery liquid. Blissfully, she then did the same to her breasts. Pouring a liberal amount between them and rubbing it all over with her soft, sticky hands. With both of us entirely slick and slippery, she leaned forward pressing my cock to her chest. Holding me there, using her hands to squeeze tighter, fully enveloping me between her soft breasts.. With that I gave her a nice kiss. Our lips touched, our tongues caressed. I flexed my finger inside of my wife and I heard a slight groan escape her lips as she release the hold on my hand. I then moved my wife on to my lap and she positioned my cock between her legs. I then pulled the fabric of her bikini bottom to the side and let her guide me to her opening. I could feel the resistance of her flesh give way as the head was aligned with her opening. A small move from me and a move from her.