.." She draped herself back on the bed."Sure..." Lon wasn't used to winning arguments with women -- but you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, eith...r. He arranged himself on his side opposite her, lifted her leg, and zeroed in on the feminine aroma...It took him all of two seconds to find what was undoubtedly leftovers from Damian's earlier deposit -- which left him in a quandary. He could have a fit and screw up something that was finally moving in the right direction, or he could ignore. “Mommy, it's my turn to get fucked. Please, please, stop licking.”“Right,” my wife groaned, her voice dazed. “Fuck her, Phil. Fuck our pregnant daughter.”My dick spasmed. I had bred my little girl.I fell on her. She wrapped her thighs about my waist and reached down to grab my cock. “Ooh, I finally get to touch it with my hands.” She stroked me, guiding me to her pussy. “Now fuck me, Daddy.”I thrust into my little girl's depths.It was hot and amazing. I sank all the way to the hilt in her. My. Their father had tried to fight off the Wasps with a baseball bat while their mother chased the children into the building. Both their parents were stung and carried off by the Wasps, and the children had been in the truck stop for over three weeks waiting to be rescued. Fortunately, the kitchen had a well stocked freezer, but the kids were getting tired of eating nothing by hamburgers three times a day, since that was all they knew how to cook.Jimmy had noticed a large RV in the lot as they. What I did get was some awesome views down her blouse and I saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. For the sixties, she was ahead of her time. I imagine my peeking was something of an expected, familiar reaction from a red-blooded male because she suddenly asked, "Do you like them?"I blushed but managed to utter, "Hell yeah,” and added, "I wasn't ogling, I was admiring." She grinned and then staggered me when she suggested, "How about locking up for a few minutes. I'll show them to you in the.