"Yes!" Jack said in a pleading tone and looked up at his hot sister. Molly gave her brother a devilish look and lowered herself onto his erect penis. ...he lowered herself until she felt the tip of his manhood breaching her and just kept going. "Oh my god!" Jack moaned in pleasure as his cock parted his sister's lips. He stared at her pussy and watched with great pleasure as she lowered herself onto him, impaling her hot tight snatch all the way down onto his dick. "Mmmm, yeah that feel nice". ... An' how should I know? --Shit man, I'm the boss-man a' motherfuckers. The ol' lady limps bowl-legged when she walks away from me. I pound that old cooze 'til she don't care what kind a' noises she's a-makin, she don't care if I knock her up with a brat, she don't care if I fuck her t' death, jes' so long as I don't stop. I plow m' old man's field (God rot the dead bastard's soul); I play in his yard an' steal his apples; I get high off his jack. His wife ain't his wife no more. *I* own her. Now the lips are trying to kiss me ... A million lips trying to kiss me ... Can't breathe ... Suffocating ... Something warm in my mouth ... All those lips ... Eyes..."Billy!"..."I love you, Billy..."BILLY!"I wake.The eyes are now two. They ARE green. They ARE crying. Oh, God help me, they are beautiful ... As is the face ... Her face ... Cleopatra? ... Helen of Troy? ... No, none of these are even close ... All the beauty in the world came together to form the perfection of this face ... Her. Even so, Mariann helped, telling him which picture she thought was horny and which ones were too tame.They were to return to Stockholm on the Tuesday, but the weekend before Mariann’s friend that owned the wooden cabin arrived. Mariann explained it was part of the deal. His name was Frank and he had brought food and wine so the Friday night was spent on the veranda, in the warm air watching the sun dip low but never set. It was near 1 am, so Erik was a little pissed when Mariann whispered to.