“Your father’s dad.”“That’s all I know.” Tad answered. “Dad doesn’t like to talk about him. ‘He died in the War’ is the most he’...l say. He might’ve beat him and grandma. She died before I was born.”“‘Doesn’t like to talk about him;’ present tense. So, Dad’s still alive?”“Yeah. They live in Wichita.”“Mom too? Do you talk to them?”“Yeah.”“Don’t tell them we talked. Or anyone else.” Helena commanded. “Now, I’d like to know about the incident on day two of shooting. What happened?”“Dave’s kid fell. He had to restrain himself from the temptation of pounding her to within an inch of her life, her pussy felt so good around him, he wanted to be balls deep inside her eternally, she looked so beautifully fragile as she gazed down at him, whimpering in half pleasure, half astonishment at his size. She slid deeper down his cock as he groaned with pleasure, her cum dripping down onto him, he grew increasingly wild, growling deeply like an animal as her wetness cooled in the chilled air as she. . at this late hour?" Thought you might like a little husbanditute, lying here all alone in this big bed. Just the thought of your sweet little pussy, going unattended ... it about made my heart break." And bust the zipper on your pants?" That too!"Given the finished hour, she was pushing me back to my own bed. It would've been too easy to snuggle up against my lover and to hell with disclosure.But I did indeed leave my sister's bed. She had the girls to deal with so early in the morning--she. Just before Christmas break, she decided she wanted to part to ways. I was devastated. I really liked this girl, she was pretty and I loved the sex. Of course, sex for me was similar to my experience at the tree house written in an earlier post. I would go in-between her legs, lick her vagina for about a minute, think she was ready, penetrate and then cum an dtwo minutes of intercourse and I would think she thought it was the greatest sex she ever had. During Christmas break, I had decided to.