Soon, his hands were grabbing something familiar, but just not onhimself."If you haven't figured it out yet, each of these women decided tovolunteer a...part of themselves to be copied over to you. This is asecond chance to you." She gave a conspiratorial chuckle. "Honestly,I'm mildly jealous. Not very many seventy two year olds get to wind theclock back they way you are."At this point, the face of the campaign poster was almost entirely gone.In the place of the toad was a beautiful. Looking up, I saw that Mark was basically face fucking his sister as he pumped his rod in and out of her mouth, but had made no move to get his sister out of her shirt."Damn it Mark! Don't be lazy. Get Lynn's top off. Her tits are too gorgeous to fuck her unless she's bare chested." I scolded my son. "Ugh!" Lynn clamped down on my cock with her internal muscles to let me know she appreciated the compliment."But then I'd have to take my dick out of her mouth. Surely you can see my dilemma.". In response, Annabelle pressed a lump of sugar into her mouth and stroked her hair. Another lump of sugar and some soft words and Nicole settled down enough that Annabelle could tack her up and lead her out of the barn. Annabelle was wearing her jockey hat and the ponygirl cart was again in the middle of the barnyard, but the pickup truck and trailer were nowhere to be seen.Annabelle put Nicole in place between the poles of the cart and said, “I thought we would go over to Mistress Joan’s place. She shuddered, stiffened, then shook like she was having a fit, the convulsions racking her whole body. “Fuuuuuck!” It was a low moan. Her arms and legs clutched at Pete, clamping his body tightly against hers. A final shudder and it was over. And Pete’s dick was moving in her again, as she realized that she’d cum but he hadn’t. Pete was back to slow strokes now. He knew this time would take longer and he wanted to get all he could out of it. Besides, Cassie couldn’t complain, he got her off.