Ma always keeps some hot, and you are welcome to a cup. By the way, I am Josh Jimson."I dismounted and told the dogs to "stay." "Thank you for the off...r, Mr. Jimson, but I do not want to be any trouble. I am called John Wilson. Just call me John." You ain't no trouble, John. You can call me Josh. Come on in and meet the folks."Josh led me into the house—it was much too large to be called a cabin. I found out why when I met the family. Besides Mr. and Mrs. Jimson, there were 11 children, ranging. Then I heard uncle Steve and Vanessa’s voices outside.I walked over to the sliding doors that led to an outside stairway that descended to the pool deck from his bedroom. The glass doors were open, with just the screen separating me from them, outside. I stood by the edge of the door looking out. The room was pitch dark and I was careful not to make a sound.I had a perfect view of them on the loungers beside the pool. Uncle Steve looked up in my direction, but I couldn't tell if he saw me. I. At the same time, unselfishly I reached over and pushed two fingers into Kirsty's adorable crack. Marginally less juicy than Kate's, a pussy that resembled some lush oasis, it took a little probing to bury beyond the knuckles. Yet it wasn't long before Kirsty's juices were flowing freely too. As the pair were fucked and fingered in unison, both girls let out little whimpers of lust, sealed with a sloppy, tongue-twisting kiss across the bed.Upping the pace noticeably, the first meaningful thrust. A cold knot formed in her stomach. ‘Please leave.’ Staring at her still, the boy shook his head slowly. ‘I’m hungry. Let me in.’ ‘No.’ ‘You must.’ Susan tried to shift her gaze from the child’s but couldn’t. ‘No.’ ‘Yes. Invite me in, Sue.’ ‘How do you know my name?’ He shrugged. ‘Let me in.’ ‘No!’ ‘Invite me in!’ The words were snarled, barely discernable. Susan drew back in shock, her gaze finally slipping from the boy’s eyes. She slammed the door in his face and locked it quickly, her hand.