’ Sara whimpered. ‘Then how could you carry on a relationship with him for that long? How could you let another man father your children and then ...ell me that they were mine? How could you do that?’ I asked. ‘John I’m sorry. I didn’t know that the children weren’t yours. I knew there was a chance that one or two of them might not be, but I always believed that they were yours, there was no doubt in my mind.’ Sara said. ‘Well believing something doesn’t make it true Sara, Steve Hanson is the. .." Mother," I answered for him, each of us with eyes glued to the photo, not even comprehending that there was a plethora of others stacked just below that one that we hadn't really looked at yet.The fact this particular photo, along with many others, was in black and white, told us these had been taken many years earlier, not to mention the fact that our parents likewise looked very young. Obviously, this had been going on for a very, very long time now. I was at first shocked and surprised. She has this look of concentration on her face as she stares at his cock, as if in wonder. She seems to be trying to measure her strokes so to feel that he is getting full enjoyment.Emma does feel his cock throbbing in her hand. The blood running through him, his cum swelling in his balls, and now up to his shaft. Whether with the born instinct of how to do it, or catching on from his feel and sounds, she is jerking him so well. Better even than he does himself. And Donald does enough. ”Barb said, “Oh, shit! Flip my skirt up and do my ass. I want to feel that thing deep in my butt.” She looked at the other two. “You can do me afterward.”I moved behind her and she bent forward. I held her skirt up and positioned my cock at her sphincter. I pushed. I went in until her butt cheeks were flattened by my groin. Barb grunted. She still took my size easier than anyone else I had ever been in. She whispered, “Fuck my ass! Give it to me! I want you to cum deep in my ass so that I think.