The family members of the house were staying at far opposite end of our accommodation and we had reasonable privacy. It was a open well house. Paddy s...cks were stacked at almost , little away from the centre of our hall to one end like a partition wall in the hall we slept,With about three ft width left at both wall sides may be to avoid wall moisture into the sacks.Behind this bunker like paddy sacks, beds were laid for us to sleep at one end of the hall.At the other entrance, next to the. The guy’s name was Madison, and I’d always feasted my eyes on his body: thick cock, dangly balls, tight ass, washboard abs, the works. It wasn’t hard to imagine his dick impaling me, rearranging my insides, pounding away.“Oh yeah,” I said as I fucked myself with the plug in one hand and my shaft in the other. I let my primeval instincts take over, and I found myself working my ass. I threw my head back, and I fantasized about how Madison’s lips might feel against mine. Not to mention how his. I saw the look on her face, even at the reference to the other women being involved with you. She’s curious, and I think curious enough to come back to try to learn more.”“Didn’t my mother tell her anything?”“I think because she was between boyfriends, and had known us – especially me – in high school, and was curious that was enough to get her here. She was as amazed as we’d been that we were related, and that her father was my father, and that your father was her father. Did I say that right?. ’ ‘I used to live in those apartments at the bottom of the hill, until my folks got divorced,’ I continued, ‘now I live with my mom in Newstrom and my dad lives on the west side with his new wife.’ I looked away, it always hurt to talk about my dad. ‘Jay, I’m sorry you didn’t–‘ ‘Its fine,’ I interrupted, ‘you wanted to know, so that’s my story.’ ‘I love your story, Jay…’ her voice trailed off, she lifted my chin, kissing me softly. I knew what she wanted, but I just wasn’t feeling it. ‘I.