He was at least several inches taller than my own six feet. Trunk's mother was a short, compact woman with black hair and blue eyes. All of the childr...n shared her height, hair, and eye color.There came a round of hugs and back slapping, handshakes and tears. Well, only Trunk's mother shed tears. Everyone else just beamed."Mom, Dad, this is my friend Obsidian McKesson." Trunk finally said, turning to me. "Sid, these are my parents, Burr and Chalice Gurmot." A pleasure to met you both." I said,. ..” She sucked on my knob and licked the underside of my dick. “I know just how badly you want to blast your spunk on my face or scream from how your busty aunt pleasures your cock.”I clamped my teeth as she squeezed my shaft. She held her tits together and moved swiftly up and down on my wet shaft. “Don’t you just wish you go ahead and shoot those thick ropes of cum all over my huge juicy soft boobs.” She gave a long lick to my cock and I stiffened, trying not to moan. She took my head back. Next I emptied the furniture out of the master bedroom and lined it with shelves. I put a big table under the window and found a chair to put before it. I drilled a hole thru the window frame for a fat piece of coax and set up the radio on the table. The antenna would wait for the morning. I refilled the generator tank, baked bread and heated up some canned beef stew. Dinty Moore. Not bad. Another luxurious shower finished the day.Oh, shit. I gotta take a day off. Oh my God. I put up the. We squeezed into the second row of the mini-van, closed the door, and waited. Five more minutes went by. Nobody said anything. Then the other white guy said: “Apparently wants to have one of each.” He had a high, whiny voice. “Shut up, bitch,” the black guy said conversationally. Five more minutes and she came out, accompanied by a tall white guy with military cut blond hair. He had her elbow, guiding her on the slick ice. He got her to the driver’s seat and then squeezed into the.