”“Why, we're bringing our family together.” I stared at my husband. “You're not the only one sleeping with one of our children.”His forehead...furrowed.“Mercedes is a hot and young version of me, so I get why you were so attracted for her.” I rubbed into his nose. “Because our son is as sexy and hot as you.”“Jesus,” he groaned. “You and... Doug.”“Mmm, and I want you to join the fun.” I nibbled on his lip. “Family love. You and Doug get to enjoy me and Mercedes all you two want. We're your. I couldn't die. So I sang. Not to those around me, but to myself. A song of encouragement and stamina. I dulled away the pain, I kept back the agony as the wordless notes flowed from my voice.I was a graduate of the Bardic College. Magic dwelt in my song. I conjured stories and made them live in the minds of my listeners. I could make them swoon or cry or burn with lust. I could make them sleep or entrance them. I could make them believe anything.I could make them believe they would live. That. "Fuck, I'm cumming Bec," Matt grunted and at the last second, she stepped in front of him so that end of his cock was pointed up against her stomach. His cum spurted out in a thick stream, hitting her tummy. It was more cum than Bec had ever seen a guy release. He pulsed again and again and then a final fourth time and Bec marvelled at how much he'd blown. She felt his warm seed as the water began to wash it down over her stomach and onto her bikini bottoms before washing off down her legs."God. She could hear the soft murmur of the leather as his clothes fell to the stone floor and he kicked them away. He knelt between her trembling legs and slowly ran his hands up from her ankles to her ass. Kathleen gasped as she felt his warm breath and the flick of his tongue over the milky white skin of her inner thighs. One hand moved across her belly and lightly brushed over the downy hair covering her mound as his tongue savoured the sweetness of her pussy. With a finger on each side of her.