We were pre 1823 and looked it. Slightly smudged, a little dusty but in period. Couldn’t call our outfits costumes because there was no attempt at f...kery. We wore leather, cotton, feathers and wool as appropriate. Belted knives and dangles, tin cones and hair pipes.We drew the eye of every male between the ages of 13 and 80.We jingled quietly as we walked.A man with a camera stepped up.“I need a picture of you two,” John Baird said. “Oh ... Hi, Karen.”“Hello, Mr. Baird ... drumming up. " "She isn't slowing down any, though," Jenny said, watching the rapid churning movements of the thick shaft in the squirming cunt. The lips of it pulled in powerfully, and the heavy cock slammed home, creating a sloshing noise, making her mother wiggle her ass and hump her crotch. Every close detail was exposed, and Jenny could even see the little bubbles of juice that were softly beading on her father's prick and being carried out to wet. The image was haunting and surreal. Her blue steel gaze seemed softer now, lost in the pleasure of the moment. She ran her fingers over his shaft and found he was once again almost fully aroused. He watched her stand up, with a sense of helplessness and want, her pale body blending with the scenery of the flat in the dim lights of the city. She seemed more a ghost than anything. Even her slow, graceful gestures completed the illusion. "How old are you, Brad?", she asked in a sweet soft. Her curvy rump rippled with the impact of my crotch into her flesh.I shuddered, my bowels clenching around Daddy's cock. I loved the feel of him in me. He rammed into me over and over. He filled me to the hilt with the amazing passion of his cock. Loving my parents was the best thing in the world.I reveled in our incestuous love.We were united as a family. And soon, we'd grow larger.His cock rammed deep and hard into my bowels. My dildo buried to the hilt in Mommy's cunt. She gasped and moaned,.