”“I did, it felt really good. Did you enjoy though? I don’t want you to like think I’m gay because I liked it so much.”“THink your gay? I�...�m the one who was sucking your dick, not the other way around. If anything, I was afraid you’d think I was gay!”“Haha no! Never thought that, I know you’re not, I guess we didn’t need to be weird about it and can just say we had a little fun one night and leave it at that.”I was still sitting there, rock hard, and I think he was getting a little harder. Mrs. Morrison was a spry sixty-something, much like my grandmother. She invited me in and, as usual, offered me a glass of milk and some cookies– chocolate chip, fresh out of the oven, still warm and gooey. What better way, I thought, to ply a sweet old lady for information than with effusive praise for her baking skills?"Mrs. M, you have outdone yourself," I stated a few minutes later, draining my glass and dabbling the corners of my mouth with a napkin. "Those cookies are truly amazing.". Last year. Tests ... said ... they appeared ... successful."That knowledge seemed to push Clark over the edge, because he stiffened and emitted a muffled moan moments later, pressing his niece's hips tightly against his.Having been very close herself, Angelica needed only half a dozen or so back and forth undulations before her toes alternately curled and splayed themselves widely as she joined Clark in a shuddering orgasm that looked intense in spite of the lack of vocalisations. They were. Eric was behind me filming and said that nowit was his turn. I said no way but he sort ofblackmailed me by saying that if I didn’t let him fuckAllison he would show everyone in the neighborhood thevideo. He held onto the camcorder as he filmed it fromhis perspective and went to town on my wife. After a few seconds of hard pounding he said her pussywas too loose now and was going to fuck her ass. I hadnever fucked her ass before so seeing my neighbor popmy wife’s ass cherry was.