I am,” Tom warns.“Do it Dad, fuck the bitch’s ass good. Fill her ass with cum and I’ll fill her fucking mouth.”Tom groans and I feel him get...ing larger, about to cum. Mitch pounds my mouth again, making my lips sore from the abuse. I knew one would trigger the other, but not which one.“I’m cumming, Dad. Take it you fucking slut. Take your son’s cum down your fucking throat.”I took it, blast after blast. Followed almost immediately by the liquid warmth of my husband's cum flooding deep into my. His older sisters had married by the time they were 15 and his brother, Stuart, never had much use for learning, so he had dropped out after sixth grade. But Robert loved school and his Daddy allowed him to continue with his lessons as long as he was able to work with the cows and horses on the ranch. Robert also had a gift for numbers and games, a gift that would seriously affect his life.On a hot September day, while the children were at recess, Robert, who had just turned 18, and three of. Those were the times when internet just came into existence. I was happy to see a hot girl on the cover of the magazine.,Everyday i used to read one story from that magazine. i was about 12 at that time and used to have erection but didn’t know about masturbation and sex completely. I used to hide the magazine inside my normal books and keep reading it like a studious boy.This made me eager towards women, breasts,pussy, ass, bra , panties and all those.We used to live in a rented house which. By the time we got there, I was aching. I couldn't do my zip back up and Almira and I ran in through the front door which Karl closed behind us. With her dress pulled up around her waist, she flung herself back into Karl's winged, leather armchair.“Get that in me before you spray everywhere!” she growled with arms outstretched, legs held in the air and wide apart. When I collapsed back on my heels I had made a beautiful mess in her. Karl stood behind me and patted me on the shoulder. I stayed.