”“Sorry ma’am.” Candy mumbled between her sticky lips, acting appropriately chastised.“Lie down.” She pushed Candy onto the bed next to Ja...kson then pointed the crop at him. “You, get up and straddle her. We’re going to put her big whorebags to some actual fucking use.”Jackson complied with a little assistance from Tegan, straddling the girl’s waist and shuffling up until his semi-limp cock sat in her cleavage. Tegan drizzled a couple of drops of lube then used her hand to grease up the space. And a little bit of worrythat one of us would back out at the last minute. The two weeks went by so slowly. The day finally arrived and my boyfrienddropped me off at the train station and kissed me goodbye, telling me to say hi to my s*s. She knew to cover for me.The train ride was most of the day Friday. I got in around 4pm to my destination. There he was waiting for me on the bench.He knew who I was right away and I - him, even though we had never met in person. He picked up our bags off. They would wash and clean upthen join their mother in her bed for their nightly treat. Eagerly, theyskipped upstairs and completed their ablutions before happily scamperingdown the hall to their mother's bed. The girls still indulged in MrsBenson's nightly treat and they eagerly squirmed between her bed sheetsas they took their place one to either breast.Mrs Benson was a woman in her late thirties and still a very prettywoman. Her breasts were still firm despite the nightly pleasures that. Eventually it deteriorated to where I hated it when he fucked me. He was fat, rough and foul-mouthed (there’s a difference between talking dirty during sex and cursing), didn’t bathe as he should, and was just generally not someone I enjoyed being around. I put up with him mainly because my dad loved fucking Tammy and although it was never said so straight out, I was worried that if I cut off my uncle that he would keep my dad from fucking Tammy.Back in the fall of last year my dad and his.