We are the Connors clan, even though my name is Rogers, since I got married forty years ago. I’m the matriarch of the family now, at sixty years old... I’ve got two brothers and two sisters. We all have children and grandchildren of our own. My name is Christine, my two sisters are Cheryl and Cathy. My brothers are Carl Jr., and Charles. Yes, all of our family’s first names started with a C. Mom’s name was Caroline and of course Dad was Carl. When we take into account all our cousins and their. We just figured that the breeze was keeping everyone at the other end".I laughed and said, "Yeah, not many people here today and they all seem content to hug the warmth of the cliff. I just always get restless. It's sort of nice when the beach is quiet like this." I laughed again and said "Except for strange men popping in on you unexpectedly. I'll get going and let you continue."She said "Don't worry, we've been married a long time and can use a little new conversation. Sit down if you're not. This was a very surreal situation. The moaning from the next room grew in intensity. Something larger, more rigid than two fingers penetrated her pussy. Two dildo´s fucking her, testing her ability and her eagerness to please and be of use. So extremely different! Some-one squeezed past them, with no other interaction than a moist hand on one of Amelie´s tits. Just because it was there and was possible. Then she heard a man close, whispering something, presumably to one of the girls. The voice. Christine: Good morning xo Attached was a photo of her on her bed. Her gorgeous C cup breasts were out and looked just like the photos she posted on Literotica. Round, firm, well sized nipples – they were perfect. If some divine force didn’t work on them, a surgeon must have. I felt like I was being catfished because she seemed almost surreal. Regardless I was hard, horny, and looking for any excuse to leave the office to touch myself. Me: Jesus, that’s one way to start my morning. You have me.