"Angel's been collecting them for YEARS! Which is interesting, because they're ALL incest stories! Specifically, mother-son stories." She sat down on ...er bed.Brenda sat down next to her and took a closer look at the stack. "She's into mother-son stories? I would think she's more into the brother-sister kind." I asked her about that, actually. Turns out she's got an even BIGGER stack of those! Although I should point out, most of these stories involve sisters too. The focus is on well-hung sons. Still in surprise he says " Youre Ok with me having sex with your wife? " I said "not only am I ok with it I encourage you to fuck her as I watch and join in" he was still in amazement he took a big gulp of his drink pulled Marie in close to him to give her a kiss as they kiss each other and fondle each time a piece of clothing would be gone ( that included me too ) he undresses her completely and begins to remove his shorts and boom out pops a thick ass cock not exactly the coke can not really. This was a line Stu asked me to recite and what the fuck do I care? It’s funny, so I humor him. I give myself several paces and lick my lips. I get up some momentum and put my hips and ass into it.... SPLAT! I never get tired of that sound, but it is quickly replaced by the grotesque sound of Stu screaming like he just got shot in the knee cap. He’s so fucking loud that I can’t hear my own satisfied groan, but I feel it, in my lungs and my navel. I do thrill at the feel of a well-delivered kill. Chelsea bucked and twisted and humped the air as her rapture took control of her and she went over the edge of sanity. Finally after several minutes it was over and the poor submissive girl sat in a heap on the seat, panting and sweat-drenched, trying to regain some ability to function as an intelligent being. About the time she had regained herself, calming her pounding heart and her breathing, they arrived at the park he had set out for. Pulling into the parking lot, she noticed they were.