The mill and the church were the main sources of activity in the village. We did not get many travelers, Milano was three days carriage ride away. The...mountains of the north could be very treacherous during the dark month of December. The men of the village took turns lighting the oil lanterns stationed at the bottom of each turn. We now had twenty-five people in our once small house. As each of us married, Papa, our uncles, and some of their friends would build on to the house, adding a room. “No, I was here once before but it wasn’t this wild.” I liked the way he was looking at me.“Yeah these kinds of party’s don’t happen very often but when they do they are fun. We always make sure to attend.”“We?” “My wife and I. She’s on the dance floor.” He pointed and I saw an older woman who was in phenomenal shape grinding against a much younger guy. She had his thigh between hers and it was clear that she was getting herself worked up. When she led the young guy off to one of the alcoves I. " Karen whispered in his hear. "Pretend I'm mommy, baby...Cum for mommy..." It was more than Brad could handle. He buried his face in her neck."Oh fffffffffuck yessss! Oh my god! Yes...yes...yes...oh fuck..." Brad clenched his entire body. His aunt's filthy mouth was more than he could handle. He pulled her tight against his body, and drilled his dick as deep in her wet, creamy pussy as he could shove it in. He felt his shaft stretch and swell as he pushed his pelvis against her. His hot cum. Zelda quickly grabbed the dildo and fitted in on. Sandra was already hard at work with her tongue on Monica’s clit. She felt the bed move and knew what was coming. The huge dildo slid in easier now that her pussy had been stretched. The moans of pleasure showed how she was accepting the intrusion. “Yeah fuck her hard” Sandra heard Kim shout but Zelda didn’t need any encouragement as she buried the fake cock all the way. “Oh shit” squealed Sandra “do your worst”. Zelda did her best to give.