He moaned louder, and tongue after tongue after tongue ravaged his most private space. Mark was delirious from lust and was now literally panting. "An...one got a finger they want to warm up?" the older man asked.A chorus of Yes's rebounded."You have a nice big hand. Have a go at it."Mark felt some cream being lathered on his bud, and then felt himself be violated by a stranger's finger – and in front of all these people! Then Mark saw the older man in front of him, and his crotch at Mark's eye. Missy's mother was the real loose cannon. No one ever knew what she would do. She was supposedly anti-abortion. But mostly she was anti-everything. It was possible that if she knew her daughter wanted to have and keep the baby she would automatically take the opposite side. But as the months went by and we could feel the babies inside ourselves it was also becoming obvious that the abortion option was becoming even less likely with our growing stomachs. Then suddenly the world ended.. Her mother’s tongue slithered between each fold, licking up whatever creamish nectar it could find. Janet was ravenous. If she could have, she would have crawled right inside her daughter—tongue first, of course! Instead, she licked her daughter mercilessly. She was relentless as she flicked her wicked tongue up and down her daughter’s swollen gash. She couldn’t believe how wonderfully carnal she had become—to be on her knees, in front of her own youngest daughter’s pussy drinking in her. Although Mike came to see her at least three times a week, he noticed her slow degeneration."There must be something I can do for her," he thought to himself. He would play card and board games with her just to keep her mind active. One day she surprisingly suggested that they have a game of ‘Strip Poker.” He was horrified. Nan told him not to worry that she used to play when she was younger. Mike explained that he was her grandson and not her husband."Don’t worry darling, Nan will win, she.