“Anything else?”“Yeah. Trudy dropped a real bomb on me. I’m not a Gunderson; I was adopted,” Helen stated matter of factly.Danny studied her...for a moment before he replied. “That’s not bad, is it? You don’t have much in common with them anyway. Do you ... You know who your real parents are?”“Yeah. Trudy had a second daughter, Grace. She died after a car crash in her last month of pregnancy, but the doctors did a C-section to save me. She never saw me, but my Aunt Margaret swooped in and begged. She started to finger herself with one hand and as she brought her fingers to her mouth she used her other hand in her pussy never stopping the fingering or the pussy tasting she loved so much. the next picture showed the model pinching her nipples and even though Sarah didn't get it she thought I said I would do anything she does. OH MY GOD! as she pinched one of her erect nipples escaped her mouth, a shock of electricity run from her erect nipple straight to her pussy and she thought to. She responded by saying, "Looks like you want more. Do you want more cock?" Since my mouth was full I replied by nodding. I felt the cock in my mouth go rigid the balls pulling tight, my mouth was filled to overflowing. I couldn't swallow all of it, so it ran over my lips and chin. He simply pulled his pants up and left without a word. I was still on my hands and knees with come running down my face and leaking out my gapping ass. I never felt so violated or used but I found myself wanting. I eventually had three "episodes" with her. The first, Jenny was a live in aide to an elderly lady. This had to be sometime in the mid-80's. I had my Mustang, so it was between 1983 and 1985... Memory is the first to go... I guess that's why I'm writing this. I got in the habit of visiting, and we would play chess (I called it chest), or talk or watch TV. Some evenings I would give her back and neck rubs, which I'm really quite good at. Sometimes my idea of where the neck is would get a little.