...? You raised your head and looked down, seeing the blonde hair held back, and the beautiful girl suckling on your breasts. I smiled. ?Happy birthda... my darling,?. You had always wanted to sample the pleasures of a same sex love and had spent part of your birthday admiring the long legs of a red dressed blonde at the party. While my gift wasn’t the girl you had seen she was as close as I had managed to find in the cities sex trade.The gift looked up, and seeing your unmasked eyes, moved her. Silverback copulated with her in the afternoon. Friday 24th January 2003. 20 days since the crash. I was asleep, next to Silverback. He had sat up. He lifted me onto all fours. I was like a rag doll as he slid into me. Did he know he was killing me? He didnt move. He just held me there. Owning me. He held me there for ages. Not moving. He was telling me I was part of the band. There seemed to be a big discussion this morning, and I seemed to be the centre of this discussion. I was now unable. I gave a low groan as she squeezed her vaginal muscles, gripping the welcoming hardness inside her. I pulled out almost all the way the drove back in, making her gasp as my cock found the farthest reaches of her cunt, her hands scrabbled in the grass, searching for something to grip, to hold onto as my thrusts drove her backwards. The girls pulled apart and took a hand each,"Fuck her daddy, she's loving it, go on daddy fill her cunt!" Oh Paul, yes fuck me darling, shag my fucking brains. "Got a look at you getting dressed this morning too," Billy confessed. "Through the keyhole of your room. I liked what I saw. Anything more than a mouthful is a waste in my book." "Can we change the subject Billy?" Diane asked. "I think the Advil is affecting you." "I've had a crush on you all my life," Billy said, the soap dripping down the sides of his face. "You're still hot." "Billy, first of all I'm almost 50 years old." "50 is the new 40, isn't it?" "Most importantly, I'm your aunt. Your.