Everybody was making fun of the guys in the mag and saying things like look at the fags, what a bunch of faggots, etc. but to ME, it was a turn on and...I was getting pretty horny but didn't want anyone to know what a man slut I wanted to be. We all finally left and we threw the mag in the trash and went back to the house to hit the beds and get some sleep. After about an hour, I couldn't sleep myself and got up and went back down to the boat house. I pulled the magazine from the trash and hid. Wherever we happened to be when he got his boner.As mentioned in a previous story, I had also been fucking Carl, who was Brett’s and Trey’s father, whenever we found ourselves in close proximity and circumstances allowed, but neither son knew about the father. I was finding out that Trey was much different than his father when it came to fucking me. It seemed that Trey tended to be very self-focused, so didn’t really pay attention to my needs all that much. Fortunately for me his prick was so. “Martha and I have breakfast cooked, we can eat here. She needs another fucking, Joe Don. Since you’ve agreed to let me give Gramps some pussy, I’m going to let you fuck my sister anytime you want some of her pussy.”“You’ve got a trade-in there girl. I love Martha’s fat pussy and I love fucking up against her butt too while I reach around and hold her big titties.”“I slept with her last night and she told me that was now her favorite way to get fucked. She loves it when you bend her over the. "Janet filled the silence, "And the overweight part?"Misty almost whined, "It was just by a couple hundred estimated pounds. We may not have actually been overweight. I mean, she handled and climbed beautifully. And I kept to maneuvering speed until we had burned off the excess weight in gasoline. That's why I didn't let them top off the tanks anywhere. I kept us 30 gallons light, except for that first takeoff."Lesa summarized, "Okay then. We need a smaller group or a larger airplane. Maria.