It’s the kind of road Americans like our hostess, Jenna McCartney would think everyone in England lives on ... Narrow pavements on either side, then...hedgerows, then old, terraced houses behind small gardens.We watch the houses flashing by for a few seconds, then slow down before turning into the one-car deep driveway of a particularly old looking house – whitewashed walls, green window frames, a steep pitched roof with a smoking chimney.We pull up infront of a door at the side of the house just. One night when daddy was sleeping, I was watching him with momma’s eyes, I could imagine how she saw him, how she wanted him, and I got turned on. I wanted to be with him, just like mom used to. I knew what I was feeling was wrong, but if I pretended to be mom again, it would be okay. I played with him until he woke up and had sex with me.” She looked me directly in the eyes, paused for a moment then finished, “Uncle Ken, I wanted my dad to fuck me, and I’m glad he did.” Wow, the girl wasn’t. I was being double teamed by father and son!I didn’t need any help but John started playing with my clit and in no time I was cumming buckets. I took Pauls cock out of my mouth and was pumping it quite fast and then noticed that Clare was sitting on Hubbie and Sammy was kissing with her. Bugger me she was sitting on Hubbies face, clearly enjoying it as her nipples were so stiff and long.In the meantime Jemma had stripped off completely and she was holding her lips open while Lucy as fingering. " You continue to move your fingers in and out of my dripping pussy…slowly…makingme want more…making me NEED more. I concentrate on not moving…notforcing myself back onto those lovely fingers, working their way in and outof my pussy…it takes nearly everything I have to focus on that. Andthen my concentration is shattered….when I feel you thrust a third fingerdeep inside of me…spreading them apart as they move in and out…spreadingmy pussy wide with each stroke. "Oh, yes, my pet….you want to.