Jack would go to the beach, sit in his chair and watch and listen to the crowds. He’d walk the boardwalk and take in the different sights and sound... it offered in the evenings, after the sun went down. Sometimes he’d stop in to one of the local watering holes for a quick bite if he was hungry or more often than not, a drink or two. He’d watch whatever happened to be on the television at the time; most often it would be a sporting event of one kind or another. He’d spark up light. It was the last one that had listened to her story, she had looked at her for several moments before she suggested she start studying her history, she had recommended studying semitic traditions.She had done just that, it was through her studies that she began to place modern names on the locations she had dreamed off, at first it had frightened her, but eventually she started to relish making the connections. She looked over to her book, reluctantly walking over to pick it up, she lovingly. “I figured as much, she tried to talk me into fucking her in the living room.”That made Momma grin. “Well, it is her birthday.”Grace must have heard. She popped her head up, slobber dripping down her chin with those sexy green eyes wide. “Can I Momma? Can I fuck Papa Jack for my birthday?”Momma looked at me and I saw her grin widen. “No, you’re still being punished for being a naughty girl. And now you’ve disobeyed me, you should be sucking cock.” “But Momma,” Grace whined, “it hurts my mouth,. Holly stated that she thought I had a great cock. Mom asked Holly to feel it and Holly reached over and rub it. This made my cock even harder. I told them to leave me alone which they did, for a little bit. Then they were both playing with it again. I told them to quit it but mom said that it was not good to get a boner and not take it all the way. Mom said that my plumbing will plug up with jizz if I did not relieve the pressure. Mom asked Holly if she had ever fucked me or sucked me off..