I know that I'm not very composed here. All of these thoughts explode through my consciousness in an instant.While I see the craving in her eyes, I fe...l the nipples of her breasts in my palms, I whisper more. "Jan, I want to massage my cum into your breasts. Just before I blow my load, I want you to take me out of your mouth and rub my cock back and forth across your magnificent lips. While I'm cumming, continue to rub me across your lips, don't let me come in your mouth. I want my cum to drip. He agreed and we settled down on the couch, with a glass of wine each. We got talking, and spoke about everything. The topics ranged from stupid Youtube videos to politics. After a few wines, I started to ask him questions about what was in the bag. He started to blush, which caused me to push more. I don't know if it was the wine, or a genuine sexual attraction, but I started to play fight with him. Whilst we were play fighting I could feel myself dripping, wanting him. I could smell my. She fucked him for a few minutes then I got on the bed over him and started face fucking her while she was riding his Dick. She can deep throat me without much problem and I started jack hammering her mouth with my hands on the back of her head. By this time Steve was worked up and starting to moan with the pleasure his was getting. He finally told her to slow down and by then it was way too late, he said he was coming and Lois sat upright and said she could really feel that Dick pulsating. We’ll be looking for where my grandpa’s buried.”“OK, you’re the boss, Jeff.”We ate and drove, pulling up to a very old house on the edge of Abilene.“Who’s place is this?” she asked.“It’s my oldest uncle, Dad’s oldest brother. He’s 74, and his name is William Charles Seeberger.”“Do all the guys have a Charles somewhere in their names?” she asked.“Most of them do,” I said knocking on the door. “He was too immobile to be at Dad’s funeral. Be nice to him.”The door opened and I saw no glint of.