She shook her head. Youre my brother, she said. I nodded. And, youre my sister, too, and if we did something together, its no ones business, you know....She looked at me. I know, its just those old sayings and all that. She reached up and traced the outline of my cock. She moved her fingers tantalizingly to the head of it and pressed gently. I could feel my knees knocking. The feeling of her gentle hand on me was too much. I moved away and knelt between her thighs. I put one hand on one of her. It seemed to grow larger and larger right before her eyes. She could see the precum oozing out as she came close to it. Feeling almost guilty about getting her son aroused, she almost wanted to say sorry for doing it.When she was done, Erin rinsed the wash cloth and wiped down his legs and private region to see if she missed any spots. When she came near his penis, she grabbed it gently to lift it to see if she missed a spot near the base. It was then that she felt it throb in her hand. Not. Fill me up with your cream!" the little girl called out, only vaguely aware of her words.She could feel his hot thick cream shooting against the back wall of her pussy and this triggered her last orgasm of the fuck.She was glad that this happened because this meant that she and Golden Flash could share a common moment of ecstasy.She could tell that her cunt would be a little on the sore side after her passion had faded away.She was too hot at that moment to feel the effects of the damage that. She felt his heavy balls slap against her clit, his hips smacking against her ass as he entered her again and again. Beneath them the table creaked alarmingly, enduring stress tests no manufacturer could have anticipated, cast iron feet scraping along the floor with each thrust. For some unknown reason Mark’s voice came unbidden to her mind, his rich Edinburgh burr reciting her favourite Burns’ poem:“The carlin clew her wanton tail,Her wanton tail sae ready--I learned a sang in Annandale,Nine.