"Well, oksy, where are you dear?" his stepmother asked."I, I am in the kitchen, whyyy?" Stuttered Carl."Because silly I need you to come out to the ga...age and help me unloadthe car, okay, bye!"Mrs. Monet no sooner hung up on Carl than she burst into the kitchen tocatch him dressed in her heels, hose and underwear. She at first laughedand pointed at Carl."What are you some kind of sissy or faggot? Why are wearing my thingsand what the hell are those stains on my panties!" Mrs. Monet was. “Yes, Daddy,” Crystal moaned. “Ooh, but that's so dirty and nasty.”“Makes you wet,” I commanded. “It does now that you told me to do it,” she grinned. “So wet.”“So Kitty, time for you to lick your older sister's pussy,” I told my youngest. “You'll love licking her shaved twat. Get to it!”“Yes, Daddy.” She ran her tongue around her pink lips as she rose into a cat-like crouch. Then she prowled forward as her older sister settled between my thighs to lick my cock clean of her friend's ass.“Can I. " I too, love the attention I get from you," I returned. "I'm assuming you gave Lena directions." Yes, I did, and she should be here shortly. She was going to pick up Christina and come on over. By the way, I brought hamburger meat for them in case they don't want steak," she said.I walked back to the French doors and propped them open. It was gonna be a very nice evening weather wise. My backyard was about fifty feet off the thirteenth fairway. Sometimes an errant golf ball would come into the. Dee turned to me as I found myself alone in the room with her. Lighting a cigarette she said "Cousins, eh? I don't know what to say. It's wrong isn't it? Well, that's what I thought til she told me exactly what had happened. That's hot. I didn't know what you looked like, but the thought of you and her made me dripping wet. If you ever wanna share that kinda love around, you know where I am." "Find your own!" my cousin boomed from behind me. Passionate. Forceful. Like she wanted me. She simply.