Michael Rorke FearghasRorke, call me Rorke not Bob, at 14 was pushing 5' 10" was a strawberry blond Irish red head with rugged features. His parents w...re Wisconsin dairy farmers who raised and milked about 100 cows twice a day. Rorke was very mature in all aspects of his life; however as with all things accidents happen. Being a farm boy and being very responsible, Rorke got his driver's license when he was 14. Growing up on a farm the nearest neighbors were the O'Callaghan's and their daughter. There was a paperback book and a tall glass, half-filled with tea and melting ice on the table. He looked back over at the open door to her—and his father’s—bedroom. He stood up, wondering if he should or shouldn’t. His tickled cock told him he should.He walked over to the door and slipped inside. Even with the door open it seemed dark inside the bedroom after the bright sunlight outside. His eyes were adjusting when she spoke.“What took you so long?” she said.She was standing by the bed, naked. If he finds out, we will just be another divorce statistic with a cheater label on me. Please ... nooo. If it winds up like that, no ones fault but mine. Joeys driving back in the morning, I guess we have one more night. But I have to return to my room tonight.RobbieI’ll be flying home in a few hours to see if I have a marriage or not. Something is wrong. Deanna has been out of contact for nearly 24 hours. That’s not like her. I hope she hasn’t reinjuredher leg or something. I’m anxious and I. “Almost breakfast time.”Tim whipped his cock out and grabbed the deep bowl set aside on Lizi’s bed. Lizi whimpered at the emptiness she now felt, desperate to be filled up again, but knowing there was something better coming. Groaning in satisfaction Tim spasmed and splashed his heavy load of jizz into the bowl. Lizi could imagine it in her head. Her brother’s fat head spurting out the delicious white seed and she ground her legs together to stimulate her clit if only a little. She knew he’d be.