I have to watch my figure." No you don't. You just let old brother Lester do that." He laughed uproariously.Wanda laughed appreciatively. "I'd forgott...n what a nice man you married, Bette Jean. If you weren't my sister I'd be kinda jealous." He's old enough to be your father, Wanda, and he's getting childish in his old age," Bette Jean answered peevishly, then turned the conversation to Uncle Alf and Aunt Dee. Pouting a little, her younger sister complied, answering questions. I set it down for him and again decided to give him a little privacy for his meal; watching people—well, anything—eat is impolite, I thought. When I got back to the living room it struck me that this wasn't the most sensible thought I'd ever had, I mean you share meals with other people all the time, and anyhow this was just a dumb animal, but it still seemed somehow right not to intrude.In due course he emerged from the kitchen, came right up to me again, and I thought it might be time to let. .you fucker!” Daniel grunted as he humped his face and rubbed Carter's cock against his cheek. His body shuddered, his breath came in short gasps and his cock exploded, shooting jet after jet of thick, creamy boy sperm into his mouth. “Ohhhhhh,” Daniel moaned as he continued to thrust, draining his balls into him. Carter kept up the phenomenal suction and let him fuck, swallowing every drop as his reward for giving good head. His mind reeling after the most violent orgasm of his life, Daniel. She could feel his cum hot and thick fill her pussy to overflowing. When the intensity of it all finally ceased, she opened her eyes to look at him. He was still inside her but she could feel his cock start to return to its normal size as he rested his weight on his elbows.He was studying her intently. She smiled. "What are you thinking so hard about?"I'm thinking three days with you won't be enough, he thought to himself."Nothing," he told her instead. He decided to change the subject. "You.