I was now very conflicted and really had no idea if I did really want to kiss her or kill her. I had to talk myself out of opening the door at least o...ce an hour, but by that point I was pretty ‘buggy’ from being inside for four straight days and I was constantly now talking to myself. By Thursday morning I was not only talking to myself but I was answering myself back. I resolved that when I started to argue with myself and use two different voices while doing so, that I would admit defeat. You will give me a great fucking.” I sheepishly smiled back at Aunty Joan. As Aunt Joan approached the bed she gasped, looked at me and asked, “why didn’t you use one of the condoms that I gave you when you fucked Gemma?” Gemma froze, looked at me and started to shake her head. Before I could work out what she meant I blurted out, “Gemma is on the pill, 'cos your husband is fucking her.” There was stunned silence as Aunt Joan tried to take in what I had just said. My mum then entered the. She was beautiful! Her bone structure was perfect; she would always have that beauty.I sat down and gazed at her, turning towards her. Large hazel eyes, small nose, wide mouth you could imagine would want to engulf you, and a long sinuous neck. How could I have missed all this?I took all this in for a split second, but my gesture of turning slightly towards her was misinterpreted. The eyes flashed.“Save it, Graham,” she snapped. “I don’t want to talk about it; I don’t want your sympathy. I’m. Cum, Angelina rasped. Harry started slowing down. His thrusts simmered down until he was merely grinding in and out of her quivering cunt and then, with a pull, he was out of her vagina. She sprayed juices out onto the floor, unloading all of her cum that had been plugged in by his cock. He then lifted Angelina bodily, flipped her, and laid her onto her couch on her back, so that she was facing him, his enormous cockhead over right above her lips. She could barely move, but she opened her lips.