That’s it. It was the same as the fucking shared by all just like the sisters shared back at the dairy each and every time one of them did me.Fern a...d I fucked but a multitude of humans, party goers, shared the experience and people were engaged as they laid around, some drooling, others moaning, everybody clutching themselves as they wriggled and squirmed, so surreal.Wow, my sex was their sex.I really came to life doing Fern as she did me. I was spelunking Fern’s amazing deep nymph vagina with. Apparently she had masturbated about his cock both when Grandad was sucking himself and when she was alone when he was away with the Church. Being married to a Vicar she had very strong morals but she also loved sex and the thought of her son's cock became too tempting in the end. When Grandad was away she invited Dad in to her bedroom and Dad's descent in to hell began. When Dad told me this my own wicked mind switched in to overdrive and I started to role play as Gran. I couldn't totally. Wo peticot hi pahne hue thi to main confirm ho gaya ki mami hi hai, isliye turnt naam na lete hue thoda masti karne laga. Maine unki chuchiyo par hath rakha aur dabane laga, jabki dusre hath se unke hoth chhune laga. Tabhi mujhe shaq hua ki kahin agar ye mosi hui to, isliye badbdane laga ki kaise pahchanu aur ye kahte hue baith gaya aur niche pairo par hath laga kar upar uthane laga taki pata chale kon hai. Mere hath uski chut par pahucha to maine usko wahi rok diya aur bola mami. Tabhi wo jor. " Fucking hell!" he laughed, "What, all three of you?" Yes mate." Okay."The vicar cleared his throat as Helen stood beside me, she mouthed softly that she loved me and I felt the tears welling up as I looked at her. Never mind that she was extremely sexually aware, never mind about the sex I'd enjoyed with her. Put to one side the dirty sex she'd indulged in with mum or Karen, at that moment she was a shy young bride, very much in love and enjoying every moment of her big day!It was almost ten.