He looked to his left and then to his right and found only darkness. Directly before him and down a hallway was a closed door. Seeing a warm, golden g...ow emanating from under it, he made his way to the room. He pushed the door open to reveal an elegant dining room, with a long table set for one. Bowls of steaming vegetables, platters of roasted game, and flagons of wine were set strategically around the place setting. The dishes were made of the finest china known to man; the utensils were. He was 3 years old then me and when I was 8, he started with some different plays with me! Began to show his dick and always asked me to take and suck until I agreed! At first it was weird but soon I got used to it and wanted every day! Over time, he asked to fuck my ass, I agreed, it hurt at first but soon I got used to it! When I was 11, he started fucking my pussy! It was like this until I was almost 14 years old! Then he had to move because his father had got a job in a city far away and we. "Fuck is exactly what it means."She threw a leg over his hips, bringing her pussy into contact with his rapidly stiffening cock. Her mouth opened to his, and their tongues played together with the frantic need of thirsty persons suddenly offered drinks of delicious water."But... but you're ... my mother!" gasped Rory. He was already panting.She pulled her face back from his. She looked directly into her son's eyes, smiled rather wickedly, and said, "Yes, and that's what will make it especially. ”“Yeah, Mark. Introduce the bitch to your wife.” Bill laughed out loud at his own joke. The others just ignored him.“Sharon, this is Monica Crenshaw. Monica, my wife, Sharon Kinney.” Mark was a bit nervous, as was to be expected.“Sharon, I am so very glad to meet you. Knowing Mark’s penchant for honesty, you’ve already heard of our history.” Monica was smiling at Sharon, but Sharon was still not sure if things were going well or going to Hell.“Yes, you went together during school, and college..