“How many times did you cum?”“Three times.”“Me too,” Jade said, “shall we get out and go to my room and see if we can add to that count?...��“Good idea,” I replied, “I don’t think that we’re going to have any more fun with this lot.”“No, come on.”We got out and walked to the house, walking right through all the people there, only 1 man smiling at us as we passed him.We had a communal shower, and a bit of fun, then got onto the bed and had more fun. I’ll leave it to your imagination as to what, but. He said “Your juices today taste great dear” not knowing it was his son’s semen and not his wife’s nectar. Mom became more and more adventurous and started fucking me when dad was awake and drinking in another room.. Once she even interrupted our fucking when dad called her to serve dinner, went to him and came back to resume fucking.I was 18 then and one day when we were alone at home, mom asked “Son, your dad drinks a lot. Have you ever tried it?” I said no. She said, “Why don’t we try it. Grimbol recalled the small slit in his sister’s crotch. They had stopped bathing together shortly after his earliest memories, but the sight of her tiny pink lips poking out as she squatted in the tub remained. Now he was learning what they felt like, smooth, hot and moist. He was giving in to his passion and curiosity and began to fondle in earnest, slowly probing the folds of his sister’s womanhood. From the wet hole he felt the base of the lips and followed them up on either side. As he. He reappeared some seconds later, having procured what he was after. There was nothing in his hands but his fingers were coated in a slick substance and poised for action. He’d found something suitable in the pantry, no doubt, though I couldn’t quite place the sweet smell. Whatever it was, it worked like a charm. His fingers slid into me with ease and the pain was minimal. He appeared to be as eager to get on with things as I was, and after he had given me a brisk fucking with his fingers he.