My face contorted in utter bliss. I didn't have long to contemplate this before he bent me over. Moving back round to behind me, the man began to work...at my anus with his tongue. Cum still running down my inner thighs he touched my clit as he went, it was so sensitive at this point that even the slightest brush made me shudder and moan. He swirled his tongue round my ass, probing into it with his tongue. Then he put a finger in me, moving it in and out of me as he practically handed me his cock. Everything vital that was left alive in him quickly went downhill over the next couple of years, and he died an alone and lonely, broke and broken man last September. Now, my dear friends, my guys and my gals alike — you may ask me what is my purpose and point in wanting to write about this, and in a sense betray to you my very own sister, by uncovering what are now — truly — the skeletons in my family’s closet. Well, OK, I am going to explain it to you. When P was buried last year, with him. Painting. Well, that was another story. But eventually I learned not to put it on so thick. LOL.School. Friends. Playing outdoors until nearly dark. It was a wonderful year.A young child's carefree existance.The storm was coming. It was brewing in our home. Glimpses of arguments. Muffled yelling as the parents tried their best to not get too carried away when we were nearby.Mommy yelling at daddy. Daddy yelling at mommy. Tears. We could hear it but had no idea the direction it was leading us. She came on her back, opened her legs wide with her knees raised well above the floor. I and my father in law could see all the great assets of the two gorgeous ladies together.Both of us inserted our huge cocks simultaneously in the slits of the great lusty ladies of their own choice. The son was fucking her mom with passion and missionary zeal and the dad’s throbbing penis was inserted in the tight slit of her daughter, my sexy wife. The gorgeous ladies were moaning, crying and squealing with.