She smiled up at him."Just how did you think you were going to get away with it? That room smelled like a damn whorehouse! Shit, Trev, what were you t...inking? If I hadn't gone down and stalled them, and made up a story about being so drunk and horny that I frigged myself on your mom's bed, you'd have been busted before they even got halfway down the hallway!" You -- you saw? You know?" Saw? I saw, I heard, I smelled. That's quite a cock you've got there, boy." She patted his crotch. Panicked,. The Adams' had spread the word that I was now using Greta Demure as my name and I was always welcomed as Greta, my old raw wounds left behind by years of parental abuse were slowly healing.Sam's mom, who insisted I call her Gramma Kramer, came for a visit the week of Thanksgiving. I gave up my room for her and Sam moved me in with her in her king sized bed for the five nights of her visit. From the time Gramma arrived the first day until she retired to bed she was dressed in a knee length dress. Then she will start the manipulation.Damn, the food slow cooking in the fireplace smells good. Jessica wonderswho the large pig was before Laura had cursed them. Still, her mouthwatered for what will be an excellent meal. Removing all sharp implements,Jessica stands over her nemesis. She was pulling her turnip gag aftersnapping a picture with her phone. A sexy woman with greens hanging fromher mouth was still enough to get your funny bone going."Before you decided to roast me, you gave me a. Jenny kept stroking, her cheeks hollowing as she loved our mother's fat nub.I shuddered, loving the feel of Jenny. My finger crept into her ass, teasing her sphincter. She wiggled, her pregnant belly sliding across my stomach. The excitement shot through me, my balls already boiling.It was so hot having my pregnant mom and sister in bed with me.Jenny popped her mouth off Mom's nipple. “He's so hard. Take him for a ride.”“Yes,” Mom groaned, her pussy clenching down on my fingers. “He is so hard..