" She then tilted her hips back arching her lower back in a gesture of offering. I wasted no time in accepting the offer.I put my bulbous cock head ri...ht on Mom's asshole and began to press it forward. Mom gripped the kitchen counter edge in front of the sink and braced herself. I held her by her hips and pushed into her. I could feel Mom's tight asshole slowly open. I was about as far in as I had gotten with Karen on our attempt at this and thought, "This isn't going to happen." Then Mom did. Even if this was all a ruse and Molly knew, even if Sleeping Molly was actually just a devious Molly too afraid to tell me, I couldn’t face reality in front of Chris. It scared me too much.It was just about midnight when I gathered strength I didn’t know I had, assertively knocking on the door and answering the open door with, “We need to talk.” Molly, of course, barely said a word, and worriedly invited me in. I took the invitation quickly, and sat down on her bed.“ ... What’s going on?” Molly. Sam’s rudimentary rationale had concluded that in order for him to fully satisfy the burning desire in his cock, he needed to explore his niece’s private parts further. Surely the nectar she produced during his tonguing was the key to satisfying his primal urges, he thought. He was unable to gain full access before when she was laying on her stomach. But now that she had turned around, perhaps he would have better luck approaching from the front. He would position her in a way which would give. 'Oz' thought she was the most remarkable woman he'd ever met.Just then, there was a shower of stones and two men slid down the cliff above them. They wore heavy snow suits and felt boots, an ice axe vied with ammunition pouches on their belts. On their heads they wore woollen balaclavas and over their shoulders, short, repeating carbines.The comrades scrambled for their weapons or ducked for cover. The two newcomers, however, put up their hands and called for calm. Their accents were strange to.