But whereas dad now had a male child, it made no difference whether or not Sophie was adopted - he bonded with the boy.Having features congruous to th... adoptive child made it easy for the parents not to have to tell young Sophie of her origin. Now they had another good reason: they avoided some fraternal clashes that might arise. When the children grew to puberty, continuing the charade should have made them observe normal male female (incest) barriers. With Sophie's father unknown and birth. “Hmmm…” he moaned out loud “You like that?” “Hm…Yeah. Faster” he asked and I obliged. I got faster and faster until he cummed all over my hand and his pants. Teasing him I liked the cum off my hands. It took us only 5 minutes until we reached a quiet spot. He put his seat all the way back and started jerking himself to get hard again. I could feel my pussy juices flowing in my denim shorts and my nipples getting harder and harder watching him jerk off. I put my seat back as well resting a leg. My mom, who was just short of twelve when he died, had been born just two years after Gran had married Granddad, having been conceived during a brief leave he’d had in the fall of 1958, when he and Gran had arranged a ‘hop’ on an Air Force cargo plane and had flown to Hawaii for a week of passion in Waikiki. Mom had many stories of Granddad during her childhood and pictures that she had collected from Gran while growing up in Leonardtown, Maryland. Later, Mom had met Dad at the University of. Your moaning turns into grunting. You want more, deeper, a proper fuck. Smack “Ten.” Smack “Eleven, oooh please. Fuck me hard.” The feeling of something entering your pussy over and over is starting to drive you crazy and the need to have the full length of my cock sliding into you is filling your mind and is causing your pussy to throb. The same urge, to slide my shaft completely in, is starting to cloud my mind and I know I have to pull out before I lose control. With a hard push I slide.