I became Freckle Face or later, just plain Freckles.At the age of ten, Mother told me their story. That story is told fully in Bruce: The Good Samarit...n. Suffice it to say here, that I learned Bruce is my stepfather and that he rescued my mother and me in the middle of a blizzard on the Interstate. I was four months old at the time. Love bloomed and Mother married Bruce.Bruce was like ten or more years older than Mother, but that wasn't a barrier for either of them. They were very happy and. On a second chair and finally over the table. Roxanne gasped in delight. She had already cum once as Bumfelt pounded her pussy whilst she lay on the table, fingering her own clit and bringing herself to an orgasm. Now Bumfelt had her face down on the table. Her tight ass in the air. Her legs spread as he drove into her from behind. His thrusts, violent and angry. His cock driving deeper into her tightness, his balls slapping against her as he sought his own hot release. “Cum for me,. But ever since her husband's death, thoughts of fucking Michael had been in the back of her brain.He was such a handsome boy, with a thick head of blonde hair and a strapping, muscular body. Since puberty, Janet had seen his cock only a couple of times but those occasions had branded themselves in her ever-horny mind--a thick, long tube of cock meat, hanging between her little boy's legs. As hard as she tried to put the image from her mind, Janet knew how much she wanted to make that big prick. I backed away wondering what on earth it could possibly be, but he pinned me against the wall, and injected me in my throat. I coughed a couple of times, and found it difficult to breathe for a few seconds. Then I recovered and looked at him as he smiled contentedly."What was that?" I asked.But it was quite obvious from the moment that I asked the question exactly what the injection was. The voice that came out was clearly feminine."Well now we're finished." Said Palmerston. "And I couldn't be.