I like it too, and I hold on to those hips, thrusting back and forth in fucking mode, grabbing those smooth balls and circling the package with my fin...ers, maybe rubbing his hole a little. He's not really a talker, but he always tells me he's about to cum, so we slow down just enough to make sure his cock gets past the gag point, all the fucking way down my throat, and he keeps going with little short but deeply embedded strokes until he unloads with his meat plugged as deep as he can get it. Kate’s story and the alcohol just made me feel so warm and aroused and daring. I could practically feel my inhibitions falling away one by one until I was just one raw nerve needing to be stimulated."All right, Sarah, your turn." Kate was smiling that wicked smile of hers, and she made no attempt to hide the large wet patch between her legs. And I made no attempt to hide the fact that I was looking right at it... for a long time."What’s the sluttiest thing you’ve ever done?"And right then, I. She had closed her eyes and was enjoying she didn’t know tat I had got up and was masturbating vigorously I too could not control seeing tat I opened my cock out which was rock hard by this time. She had finished her session and had discharged her cum which I could see on her fingers and I could c a satisfied expression on her face she slowly opened her eyes with still her fingers doing its work slowly and was shocked to see me with my rock hard cock in my hand .at this point of time both of us. Mom I guess chose to stay with us rather than go to the guy in Chambersburg. Who was this Marlon Bascomb? The answer was right there in front of me.Dad must have either looked him up himself or had him investigated. The man was a pediatrician in the Chambersburg area; it was all right there in black and white. So mom must have met this doctor; they had a relationship and she’d gotten pregnant, not once but maybe twice. It sort of made sense; some of it. It made me sick too.Dad was just a high.