Molly ran until she was far away from them, and then made her way home. This was all too weird. And what was that dream shed had about dying? Molly wa...ked into the house, but was surprised to see her mother and brother sat on the sofa, with her father sat on the armchair, directly facing her. Molly, we need to talk, he said. Whats going on? Molly asked. Mom and dad say theres something they need to tell us, but they wouldnt tell me until you got here, Jack said. Oh my God, are you alright!?. A single mother for most of his life, his mom had always celebrated significant occasions with lavish trips for him and his sister - secluded islands, tropical destinations, you name it. But this trip was just for the two of them, and at the time, he didn’t think anything of it. In fact, he was secretly looking forward to having his mother foot the bill for another exotic vacation, this time having the chance to enjoy himself without his annoying younger sister. But now, just days after. I kissed her passionately like I wouldn't get to again. She returned the favor, pulling herself into me and straddling the log. Alex reaches down and strokes my cock through my trunks. I untie her top gently as it falls between us and pull the strings on her bottoms so they fall from her precious body. She pulls my dick out of my trunks and strokes it a little more. I'm rubbing her pussy and it is oozing with her love juices. She's moaning slightly now and I pull her up and place her clit right. I followed her, looking at her ass wrapped so tightly in the bikini material flexing as she walked up the spiraling stairs. My cock was leaking and I looked down. A wet spot. Jeez, just what I need now. I tried to think of Carl Yastrzemski statistics; the Red Sox were the least sexy thing I could think of. No good, her ass kept waving at me saying ‘hi’. In the kitchen, she bent into the cold refrigerator and asked if I wanted some lemonade. She popped up and poured two glasses. As she turned.