"'We were afraid you didn't LIKE little girls?' Polly added as her hand joined her sister's. 'You ain't been fucking none of us?'" 'Girls! Polly, Moll..., please stop that. I... ?'" 'Why should we stop, Mr. Perkins? Nobody's showed you how Cutters Creek girls make a man feel welcome.' Molly said as her sister unbuttoned Charlie's pants." 'Well ... well ... Welcome?' Charlie sputtered." 'Sure Mr. Perkins, ' Polly told him 'the Reverend says that a good girl should respect her elders and welcome. It was a valuable present I always wanted to treasure.But, to my greatest horror, it was in my son’s hands now. And, he was using it in the most disgusting manner possible.He very obviously made me wonder if the lewd infuriating affection he had just showered on the expensive fabric, that had graced my most private parts, was a reflection of his true feelings for me.More than indicating the degree of his raunchy attraction towards his mother, my son’s most recent deed helped to convey the. And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace, watching the flames flicker around the logs, the embers glowing brightly with almost fluorescent intensity. The light would dance on her face, alternately making her eyes flare red and disappear into shadow.Even just a candle flame could hold her undivided attention, flickering and flaring, twisting and turning, quaking at the least discernible breeze.But best of all was a bonfire. That made. Dress in her hand fell down and came a moan from her.She turned to me and I gave a kiss on her forehead. She was hugging me strongly. Her boobs are pressing to my chest .My hard dick is pressing her pussy area. Heat is coming from both of us. Breathing is getting heavy.I just give a kiss on her nose then come slowly to hoe lips. She is not opening. I hugged her more tightly. She still not opening I bite her lips she opened. I put my tongue inside and started to feel her mouth. I rotated teeth.