Sharon frowns."He spent a whole day telling my college boyfriend how crazy our father was, talked about his gun collection and crap." Sharon said with...mock anger."Its true, I have a large collection of guns, and half of them have killed before, I shall not tell a lie." I said.Jennifer is giggling at that."Sure honest Abe." Sharon says."He wasn't that honest." I say.Sharon stands nods to me and shakes Jennifers hand."I have reports to do, Ill leave you two kids alone now, its been a pleasure, if. Jill, still crying, took her hand and fingers and licked her son’s cum out of her own cunt. It took four handfuls. Brian seemed to have very large loads, when he came. When she was finished, Sandy ordered her mother to get on her knees and lick his cock clean, too. Jill climbed to the floor on her knees and crawled over to Brian and began to lick his cock. She tasted Brian’s cum mixed with her own juices. Just about the same time as he was clean, his cock became hard again. Apparently Brian. Rivulets of cream began to run down over Chris’s thighs. Mandy and I were beside ourselves with glee, watching the two guys in action. Chris’s cock wasswinging backwards and forwards between his legs as Sam fucked him from behind. It was prettyhard still, so he was obviously enjoying the experience of having his virgin arse ravaged. “Oh my God, I cannot believe this,” shrieked Mandy. “He’s actually fucking him up the bum! It’s soawesome!” “Look at Chris’s cock,” I giggled. “Why don’t you go and. "The attorney droned on for a while as I stared past her and out the window at the bustle on Market Street. I remembered walking down Market Street with Uncle Jack one Saturday afternoon. We were passing a dive, the Market Street Cinema. It was a strip club having the usual posters of beautiful naked women and a barker working the sidewalk, "We got naked girls. Watch 'em do it dog style, hog style, frog style. Come on in." It stopped me in my tracks. Frog style? What the hell is frog style?.