He is lean and hard". My mind was racing now, not sure what was going on.Dee replied "yes, I think we have a good one here". I did not really like the...sound of that and was beginning to get a little nervous when I felt Pam's fingers hooking into the elastic around the leg hole of my underwear. I jumped a little and looked down at her hand as she firmly grabbed the elastic and pulled it upward exposing the flesh of my buttock. I felt the material of my underwear crunch my balls as she stretched. I felt the crop in my crease as he was measuring for the last stroke, then WACK!! This really hurt. I let out a loud "Ouch", and squirmed in my bonds. It felt like a streak of hot fire had gone across my poor bottom. "I didn't hear you count again, so your last stroke will be repeated", he said. "No please!! Can't you just stop! I've learned my lesson." I pleaded. "I said that you would get six counted strokes with the riding crop, and that is what you’re going to get!" he said. "So prepare. Beer cans were all around the floor. The big titted tramp of a mother of mine was snoring happily having been fucked and alcoholised into unconsciousness. What sucked for me was that she was wearing my chearleed top scrunched above her boobs. Im a 32DDD, but Momma was a 36G&hellip, that top was ruined to shit, with cum and beer stains on it. We collapsed on the couch and I poked at Momma with my foot to wake her up. We fished a beer out the nearby cooler and drank in silence. Okay, Hope got. With a gentle kiss on her lips, her eyes fluttered open. She smiled and stretched. Good morning, Big Brother. Good morning. You feel alright? She nodded, looking as sweet as ever. Then she straddled him and slid his hardening tool into her wet snatch. A soft moan escaped her lips as he stretched her. Then her hips began to move like a dancers. Alan couldnt believe how amazing his sister moved. She was so young and tight. He loved when they fucked. After hours of fucking and cuddling, they.