He dare not turn around, afraid that it is his father finished with his shower. Yet it isn’t his father. Liam watches his sister walk into the kitch...n. She mumbles a good morning, though mornings are never really a good time for her.Rebecca returns to the table with a cup of coffee. She puts the cup to her lips and takes a sip. Their eyes meet at last. She swallows some coffee. She puts the cup down. Liam’s heart melts when she gives him the smile he wants. And then she looks away. There is. But Mr. Barstow had other ideas. He did stop eating her pussy, but only because he had another use for the hot, dripping hole. He stood up and quickly unfastened his slacks, dropping his pants to his ankles and freeing his cock. Brooke gasped as she caught the first glimpse of what would soon be plowing her neglected pussy. Mr. Barstow saw the reaction his cock got and smiled. "So you like what you see, do you?" he asked, holding his cock in front of her face."Yes, Sir..." she breathed her. I couldn't wait to meet the woman who had gotten to my brother Jerry. Jerry, the one voted most likely to become a priest and devote himself to a silent order in a monastery somewhere; Jerry, the guy who gave you a dirty look if you swore in his presence; Jerry, the penultimate Eagle Scout - having a dalliance with a married woman? I just could not believe that six months in the city could have changed him that much. This just had to be a dream! But the warm body that curled up next to me was. .Jack was on me like a duck on a June bug any time I got too distracted, so I kept my nose in Tara's pussy. After a bit, I think I was mirroring what was going on at my butt with my finger in Tara's -- and she wasn't complaining. Soon, she started gasping and whining and shuddering and grabbed my head and I could feel her vagina pulsing on my face and her anus pulsing on my finger as she wailed, "Yeah! Omigod! SUUUUUCK!" Juice gushed from her and I just sucked it down, pleased that my work was.