Buds had popped open on the undergrowth, drinking in the rays before the treetop canopy blocked them out for the summer. Bending to look closely at th... sliver of green peeking out between the brown shrouds, Faith thought how quickly the world changed. Two days ago, she was surrounded by cold and snow, and today was all sunshine and springtime, a pattern that seemed to be reflected in her own life, a change from cold and dark to warm and bright. ‘Holder has made all the difference.’ Was his. For a long while, he just held me there, groaning softly while I swallowed and struggled for breath. Every gasp drew his cock deeper in my throat and coated it with saliva. ‘Look up at me,’ Mark pulled my head back before I had the chance to tilt it myself. It stung a little, but I loved to watch him in pleasure and see that slight red tinge in his ears and on his neck when he was aroused. He loved seeing my eyes when I sucked him that way. Wide and desperate, pricked with tears when he gagged. Mark climbed up his mother's body as his father retreated and then sat back in his chair, waiting for the next spectacle. Jennifer felt her son's flaccid cock sc**** along her legs as he climbed further up until his face was aligned with hers. His hard chest squashed her soft pillowy breasts, and his eyes locked on hers like a missile. Mother and son connected by soul and lust as they tried whipping each other further and further into that place where being mother and son actually added tenfold. “No Bart! Please no! I won’t beat you again, I swear!” “Oh I am afraid it is too late for that!” Bart said as he reached out and began smearing the salt all over Homer’s open wounds on his cock and balls from the burns. Homer was screaming uncontrollably now, he had never felt pain like this before. Bart sat back and watched as his father screamed in agony as the salt continued to burn on Homer’s cock and balls. “Now Homer, it is time for the grand finale,” Bart said while he pulled out a.