“Zax”. Zax was not worried about matriarch Linda’s retaliation at the aftermath of him getting what he wants. The old lady appeared to have some...hing at stake other than her family...“Zax Zel...” Matriarch Linda whispered and her deduction did not surprised Zax.Matters of the family in the world behind the walls of her home, since her husband died, no longer interested matriarch Linda. She let her two sons deal with them and in fact, if it was not for the annual report her sons insisted on. What a perfect view.Then Jayne’s tongue started to lick upwards from Ellie’s clit to her cunt hole and on to her anus. And then down. A loud grunt then “YES” came from Ellie as this happened. I saw her bum cheeks clench as the tongue fucking and licking carried on. I wanted my cock to slide in to one of those wet holes.Elle must have been licking and maybe fingering Jayne as I could see her head bobbing up and down and Jayne groaning softly. If this were a porno movie, I thought, there would be. How long have you been standing there? Did you have a good run this afternoon?" Maggie shuffled her feet back and forth. She found herself unable to remove her eyes from her Dads magnificent cock. "Uh! Oh! Um! I've been here a couple of minutes I guess Daddy. My run? Oh yeah. It was okay. I guess." Bob sat up on the bench. He looked at his daughter. Then he moved his eyes in the direction she was looking. "Oh Whoops! I'm so sorry about that honey. These were the only shorts I could find. They. I put the twelve small packets in my crystal radio box. I took the now empty carton over to Mr. Graham's trash barrel. He lived a block away from our house. I shoveled snow from his walkway and driveway every winter. He was a widower, almost eighty years old. If anyone checked his trash barrel, at his age, his reputation would only be enhanced by them finding the empty package.I called Denise at five thirty, and we talked on the phone until my father told me to get off the phone and get washed.