Mommy needs to feed her son.”“Yes, you do, Aunt Cheryl,” groaned Melody. “Right, Cupcake?”“Yeah,” Alicia said, her words soft, subdued.�...�I bet it’s making your little pussy hot, Cupcake.” Melody pulled our little sister onto her lap, her hand sliding up beneath Alicia’s skirt. “Hmm, Cupcake?”“I guess,” Alicia said.“Oh, it is,” Melody purred.Alicia shuddered beside me, her body shivering as I heard Melody’s fingers sink into hot, wet cunt. I groaned, my dick throbbing harder, my tongue licking. I couldn’t help but notice that one of them had a cock as big assome of the biggest dildos I’d ever seen. Apparently Linda hadnoticed it too, because she was standing there staring at it whilelicking her lips.She must have realized she was staring and quickly turnedand went back to her bag. Pulling out a new vibrators,she moved over to the coffee table and repositioned it,laying down on it so that her feet were facing us. She broughtthe life like vibrator to her mouth and began licking. Voice? Was it a voice? It was almost nothing more than a disturbance of air around his head that seemed to form the words. The numbness was spreading up his left arm and a mist was swirling in front of his eyes. ‘It’s no good resisting. It’s time.’ ‘Time for what?’ ‘You already know the answer.’ ‘Tell me.’ ‘To shrug off this mortal coil.’ ‘Where are you?’ Grainger could see no-one. ‘Close by.’ ‘I can’t see you.’ ‘Of course you can’t. There’s nothing to see.’ ‘Nothing?’ ‘What did you expect? A. She cried out with the pain then started whimpering, moving up and down on his shaft letting him drive deeply into her body.He lay still, letting her ride atop him, raising and lowering her buttocks, wiggling her ass and rode his cock like a little girl would ride a department store pony ride. He watched her face as her eyes were closed; her lips seemed to have a smile that one could not wipe off as she humped, faster and faster. Her breathing became ragged and heavy until finally she drove.