The huge biker put his hands on his hips, watching Theresa run her tongue over the bulbous head of his cock like an ice cream cone.Richard was fucking...Theresa hard, his damp gray hair hanging across his forehead. The older man’s thin muscular frame slapped the butt of the young girl rhythmically as he built to a climax.Big Al’s massive cock was hard again, and he stood stroking it with his hand as my oldest daughter held the bulbous tip in her open mouth, waiting for his seed. “Fuck,. They were my everything. I thought without them I was nothing. I was just, for lack of a better word, a squirt.But now, I am my own man. Like Taylor told me, this is my origin story. Squirt is like the evil version of Superman that I had to finally kill off to become me, Chad Lincoln. “So, what does that mean?” she asked anxiously, “What – are you telling me?”“I’m telling you,” I paused and took a deep breath to gather my thoughts. “I love you but maybe we rushed back into things. I think. ‘Let me take a shower boys’ I said, kissing them both and going to the bathroom. The warm water felt wonderful as being stoned enhanced every sensation. I washed the cum from my hair and my body then dried off and put o a sexy silk bathrobe. I should add that no amount of drying could keep me from still being wet. The pheromones in the robe guaranteed that. Clay lay on the couch snoring, a large bruise forming on his hip leg and thigh where he landed when he was thrown by the horse. That would. I slide a finger into her slick vagina. She moans into her pillow, and pushes back against my finger. I slide into the hilt. "Oh yesss," she gasps. For awhile I pump in and out, fascinated to feel her pussy grab my finger. Lizzy is so hot and wet and tight. Her moans are louder now and are in time with my thrusts. I wonder if our neighbour can hear us. I often wonder what our neighbors' sixteen year old daughter, whose bedroom shares a common wall with ours, thinks when she hears Lizzy's moans..