Henry waited for Rose to walk home after dropping her brother off at school the next day. When he saw her walking through the back field, he called he... over again. This time Henry walked over to the barn and waited for her to come. Without fail Rose followed him to the barn.With a curious smile Rose called out. "Hello Mr. Childs. I heard your pa put you in charge."Henry waited for Rose to enter the barn before responding. "Please call me Henry." Ok, Henry. My pa tole me that youse are gona ta. ” It was a trip into New York to see a new exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art. “Great, me too; save me a seat on the bus.” We held hands all the way into the city and walked through the museum arm in arm. After first making love a few weeks ago, we had become inseparable. I loved it; I felt as if I was walking on air when I was with Lisa. Now, we were enjoying time together walking through an amazing art exhibit. At one point, Lisa grabbed my arm and herded me into the ladies’ room where she. His long mean fingers worried her flanks and he spanked her cheeks with firm palms making her shudder in delight and push back against him to get him inside even deeper although that was close to impossible because he was already bottomed out deep inside her yielding softness.“Don’t stop, you nasty man. Make Mama squeal like one of the piglets in the filthy sty.That’s right. Right there is the spot.Spank me hard, you bastard.You know I need it hard so don’t spare my feelings and treat me nice.I. Blakely.Mrs. Collins lay there panting whenever an orgasm struck her and several hit her. I couldn’t help but think that after twenty years of marriage, sex with her husband might have become boring. Then the thought of her own son fucking her was the ultimate, until the drunken bastard fucked that up. I was going to hit a home run, hell I was going to win the whole fucking ballgame. After I filled her honey hole with my seed, I stayed right in there until I was hard again. Then I went right.