The last thing she remembered was just lying there beneath her son, basking in the feel of their bodies so closely pressed together. Then?She wasn't s...re. She must have drifted off in the total relaxation that had suffused through her body after their love making. It had been good, so wonderfully good.Again, she looked at her son. An impish urge to reach out and fondle the sleeping hose of his penis rushed through her. She resisted the impulse, letting her son sleep.Closing her eyes, she. " He then pointed to the two tall, strongly built black haired men Stanley had first recognised. "The one on the left is my son Gerald, the older of the two by more than two years, while the other is my other son Winston."Donald Graves took the hand that had pulled Evelyn by her hair and grabbed Caroline's left with it. Pulling her to his right he said, "Don't worry yourself girlie, I won't let my boys loose on you until a few of the not quite so well endowed amongst us has had an opportunity. I gasp and shiver, amazed at how good it felt; thinking that this is why those ports tars did it. "You like that?" he asked. I nod and feel something else on my wet hole. "How about this?" His finger shoves quick into me.I yelp from the surprise and light pain, but blushed in amazement. His finger slowly moves in and out of my asshole. Then a second finger entered me, hurting a little. The inside of my ass felt strange but really good? I look up at the TV to see the girls no longer playing with. Then silently the dam burst, and they cascade down my cheeks. I fall easily into his arms, and tremble as the torrent continues, leaving twin growing spots on his shirt. He holds me tightly and whispers over and over ‘Happy Valentines day honey, I love you’. Then I feel his fingers underneath my chin, lifting my chin upward. His warm breath on my lips causes my lips to part involuntarily. His tongue slips easily between my lips, leaving them wet, as his tongue dances into my mouth. His hands.