"You're not wearing pants, your phone doesn't work, and you crashed your car." What's your name?" Grace." Hi, Grace. I'm Claire. It's a long story, Gr...ce. Could you tell me where the phone is, honey?" In the kitchen, on the wall."Claire walked through the dining room toward the doorway to which the young girl pointed. Grace was right behind her."Thank you," Claire said as she picked up the phone. "I'm just going to call my Dad. He'll come pick me up and you can get back to sleep. I guess. Soon Auntie Maye was riding me like my stiff cock was a pogo stick! looking down beyond my lower belly, I was watching my cock dissapear and reappear as it went in and out of her bouncing tight pussy. This while her huge breasts were bouncing up and down in perfect tempo to her busy ass cheeks. Just when I thought that things couldn't possibly get any better, Butch freed his stiff cock from his pants and hopped up on the bed to join us. Strattleing my chest with his burly bulk, he quickly. Her wee pleasure button soon began to stand out and she seemed to love the way I licked and flicked it with my tongue. Mom was getting excited and I soon became aware of the increasing wetness of her whole crotch and of the same exciting odour that was starting again, but much more obviously this time since I had my head so much closer.I continued to lick my way lower and I brushed my tongue back and forth between the now swollen lips of her pussy, tasting and slipping over the slippery pink. It is no use, though. My perverted mind puts them in all sorts of sexual positions. My fears are stoked by the thought of them cuddling and kissing lovingly. This is scarier and more painful than the thought of them having animal sex. I know Lynn. She will want tender time with Jim between fucks. I alternate between being horny and frustrated when I think about them fucking and being scared when I think about them kissing and caressing tenderly. It seems like forever, but I do eventually fall.