I'm very sure she's fine. She was telling the truth about not caring about Carol and me being related. She wasn't put off by it, and she wasn't the le...st bit turned on by it either. Carol might as well have been unrelated to me as far as Ava's emotions are concerned. And there's never been the slightest sign of her even looking tempted to tell anyone anything we've asked her not to. The only real risk is her accidentally letting it out, which is a mistake any of us could make."Talking about. There was no one who could cook like you, not even my Martha. You were tough on us kids, those paddlings made us behave better, and they helped us grow up to be better adults. Mom, I know I've thanked you many times, but the sweater you made me before I went off to school was one of the nicest gifts I've ever received. You know I was wearing it when I met Martha. It's getting pretty worn, but I still have it and wore it to go to the store just a few weeks ago. We have had some cold weather. And all through it was that steady pounding movement, thesteady thrusting of his big cock into her tight, wet pussy, and the slapping ofhis hips against her buttocks.The come slowly ebbed, and she sank in exhaustion, eyesclosing as she shuddered and gulped in air, then, as she began to sink towardsthe sofa, she heard him groan behind her, and felt his cock blasting a thickfoamy stew of jism up into her guts. She trembled with the knowledge, then sankto her elbows, laying her head down on the. The second that I blinked I was there! The bedroom was empty but I could hear voices in the living room. Since CJ’s crib was empty, I decided to make my grand entrance by simply walking down the stairs.Mary, Linda and Jamie were sitting at the kitchen table and CJ was asleep in his playpen.Still totally oblivious to my presence, I announced, “Luuucy, I’m hooome!”After several squeaks, shrieks and squeals, I was surrounded by three women and being given very intimate kisses.They, of course,.