" he said as I stood behind him, upclose with my cock. I went on and pushed my head against his tight asshole, thrusting slowly, once , twice, and the... eventually I got inside of him. He let out another loud moan as he felt my cock inside of him. His tight ass wrapped around my cock as I pushed down on him, hands on his hips now as I started thrusting. Both of us moaning together as we fucked. Looking at eachother time after time as I continued to pound him. Looking down at my cock sliding in. That was the simple way his mind worked. The law also said that at 18 they could drink beer in the parent’s presence. Further proof of his point.When the boys turned 18, he got them jobs at the lumber mill where he worked. I doubted it was good work, but it was work. Since they all worked in the same place, they left together in the morning and returned together at night. And, yes, there was a lot of beer drinking, as if we had the money for beer. My sisters found the same thing happen to them,. .. Papa-Bill and Ray-ray made similar faces when they fucked. Both of them called it 'making love', but her dad always left marks on her mom when they made love. To Edith, fucking was better, especially for her mother.Right now, she was spying on Papa, her mom, and Aunt Leslie. Papa had Aunt Leslie on her hands and knees by the edge of the bed. Aunt Leslie was kissing and licking her mom's cunny, as Papa called it. Papa kept shoving his peter into Aunt Leslie's cunny faster and faster.He pulled. A running commentary on the situation and his actions. Hoping to keep both he and she calm and posted on his thoughts and progress. It would help him to think more clearly as well."Jeni. Sweetheart. I don't know if you can hear me or not. I can't hear me, or you, or anything. I think the concussion damaged my eardrums. There was an explosion and the power went out. That's why it's dark. I am standing and I remember exactly where I was when this started. I will be working myself around the edge.