I made her gasp and shudder. She wiggled her hips, grinding her cunt on my face. Her moans echoed though the room. The passion reverberated through th... air as she ground her pussy on my hungry lips.“Oh, he’s eating my pussy, Mommy,” she gasped. “Oh, yes, he’s devouring me.”“Good,” Mom purred, her pussy growing hotter on my dick. “Make your little sister cum, James. Be a good big brother and give her such pleasure.”“Yes, yes, yes,” Jenny groaned as my tongue plunged into her pussy, swirling. The man lay on a piece of beat up old canvas spread under an overhang in the side of a wash. He craved water, kept asking and asking. Problem was the boy didn't know when he was going to find any to replace what little they carried on Jenny. The old mule could only handle one barrel. Towards the last Patrick had stopped giving his pa any water at all, not a sip, no matter how hard he begged. After all, a person had to take care of himself. Shoot, the old man knew as well as anybody, water was. Her heaving motion stretched them this way and that, deforming her small breasts in painful-looking ways. Frank knew the pain would feed into his wife's pleasure.Helen's nipples used to be pierced but after the third time one of them had been torn, they had decided that wasn't prudent given their excessively physical style of lovemaking. Frank had felt terrible the first time it happened. His guilt had been alleviated somewhat eight months later when Helen ripped the other one out herself while. It took Nikki all of 3 seconds to decide,then he was walking toward the gate that opened directly into theneighbor's back yard. His dad had the gate installed years ago becausehis family was such close friends with the prior owners of Aiden'shouse. Nikki never appreciated that gate so much as he did now. AsNikki walked through the gate, Aiden was positively beaming, steppingover to shake hands. But it wasn't a firm manly handshake. More of asoft, boyish handshake from a boy who seemed kind of.