"Don't you dare puke our piss up!" Francesca yelled.A moment later, there was no danger of puking up any piss. Francesca had planted her cunt on my mo...th. The taste of fresh piss was refreshingly clean after chugging down cold rotten piss that was sitting in a piss pitcher all night.No sooner than I had recited, "Thank you for letting me drink your piss, Mistress Francesca," that Darcie was sitting on my face, flooding my mouth. Then Darcie shit--wet syrupy shit again--and then they both went. I know it was cheesy..but I was drunk and had a huge smile on my face just from her ass!She looked at me, smiled back and said in this cute little voice “why thanks handsome”. She then wriggled about like her underwear wasn’t comfortable or something..it was a bit strange but I just let it slide. We got to chatting for a good while, as I checked her out more often that not through the whole conversation. By the end, I found out she was here on a girls holiday with her flat mate and she was back. Finding some humorous accounts of my family's chronicles, I was able to cheer myself up and I even giggled a little. I took the time to trace the history of all of my children, to the extent possible from the microfilm records. It made me sad to think that they had all passed away long ago. My first child, Jeremy, Jr. had been born 112 years ago. I knew that some of my grandchildren must still be alive, and many of my other descendents that had attended my last birthday party would certainly be. We fucked frantically for a few minutes , my hand covered her mouth as she moaned in pleasure. I felt my balls tighten and legs weaken as I flooded her mature cunt with my seed. I withdrew still semi hard cum dripping from the eye as tucked it back in my pants. I was just zipping up when I saw Jasmine walking in the door. Her mother was talking about paying me on a Friday for the hours done. I nodded. Jasmine took my hand and walked me to the front door. "I will see you tomorrow" I said."Pick.