He had a paintbrush in one hand and a tall empty glass in the other with a chunk of lemon in the bottom. He cast his eyes around the paintings on the ...all and explained that he was outside creating his latest masterpiece. “I sell them through a dealer in Paris,” he said. His kaftan was liberally spattered with paint but, in a way, it really suited his bohemian appearance. He was probably in his late twenties with a mop of dark wavy hair, a great tan and a lovely white smile. He greeted me with. It wasn’t a room, but a suite. The guy who let her in wasn’t a guy. He was an old man. “Oh fuck” she thought. He had to be seventy at least, maybe seventy five, or older. She wasn’t very good at guessing ages. She’d thought John old at one time.“Come in my dear, come in,” he said in a soft Sussex accent. She strode to the centre of the room, and looked about her. The “Gentlemen” was about five feet six, with white hair. He wore linen trousers, with a blue open neck shirt. He had piercing blue. " Ok then I will tell you about it," so he took a few photos and said "come here", he took and made me sit on his lap.It was my father, uncle and grandfather naked. "What is this?" I askedHe said "every 6 months we make me this ritual, the c***dren are supposed to be sissy boy to their dad. so my son becomes my girl and sleeps in my arms and then i cum in her mouth." Then me and your father sleep in your grandfather’s arms.I asked "So Grandpa fucks you 2 and then 2 fuck us?"He answered "yes. I cried out, again.With my face pressed into Tommy, I told Mr. Nolan, “Now, sir … now … bury … yourself … all of you.” He did. In the moment of my voice, he stood erect and thrust up and it felt like he buried his cock into my bowels. I cried out, again, but this time, “OH … FUCK, YES! Fuck me … you … two … please.” I gasped, panted, and grunted around increasing moans and groans. “Oh … yes … yes, yes, yes … I … I … I’m … there!” I erupted into orgasm. This time when I had the sense of.