Harry jerked his ass up from the couch, driving the head of his cock into her throat. He groaned, his chest heaving as Crissy's teeth clamped into his...thick prick shaft. He dropped back, grunting as she released her viselike grip. "Christ, Crissy, don't bite it off." Oooh, I won't bite it off," she giggled, popping her mouth off his prick. "If I did that, you wouldn't be able to fuck me."Harry moaned as he imagined himself between his niece's legs, ramming home his cock. "Give it a good suck. "Unless I'm mistakenthat pretty girl over there is actually our son!"Mr. Walsh was clearly upset."Don't get worked up dear," said Mrs. Walsh, "we were just wondering whatMartin would have looked like if he'd been a girl!" Let's try to remember that we have a son, not a daughter," said Mr.Walsh."Martin, why in the world did you let them dress you up as a girl?" heasked."I don't mind dad," said Martin, "it was really fun! We had a littlefashion show before you came!" What do you mean - fun?". ?Your old ballet teacher, Phoebe, was staying in the same hotel asus.? Jane said as Pam looked to saw her old teacher in a red shirtwith black slacks, hose and sneakers. ?I decided to change ourplane reservations so we could all come home together."?I don?t believe it.? Pam smiled as they hugged each other. ?It?sbeen years.??I see it?s like mother, like son.? Jane smiled as she looked over ata blushing Paul. ?Takes after you, I see.? ?Shh,? Pam said. ?You were a lot better with my. I have been hit by flying rocks the size of a bullet—going almost as fast. I have been yelled at, teased, and yes I have been fucked and sucked– and returned the favor. I even pimped myself out or traded sexual favors for a ride at times. That is what my next several stories will be about. Years later, it is the good hitches I remember. The thought of them still gives me an erection and kicks up my heart rate. The few stories I have shared with others have evoked amazement in my listeners,.