For some reason I was excited about this trip with my classmates, and I think I was also a little tired of always missing out on what looked like fun ...o me.Anyway, Saturday morning finally came and Karen and "the gang" showed up at my house honking horns and making lots of noise that had me racing out to meet them and trying to quiet them down before my parents came out to see what all the fuss was about.Karen casually introduced then we all piled into the back of the pickup truck and headed. Queen Lavinia gasped, looking up from her embroidery. A sly smile crossed her lips, and she returned to stitching. I frowned and looked around. The door to my balcony was open, a breeze stirring through the room.And there stood Lady Delilah. My breath caught. She was an enchanting creature, forever promising me the delights of her lush body while always denying me a taste. No woman had ever denied me but her. My cock hardened as she strode forward, her hips swaying. Her hair caught the candle. The frustration strained on his face was completely evident that it had been quite some time since he had. I notice as the man slides him softening cock out of my sons hole the bucket beneath him that collects the cum as it comes pouring back out. I watch in horror, and a shamefully growing lust, as the cum filled belly shrinks as the bucket fills more and more. Then I watch as my son bends his head down to a straw and begins to suck the cum straight out of the bucket. The man beside me howls. ”Caleb looked even whiter when Vincent’s words penetrated his brain. Vincent’s soft smile reassured him that he wasn’t angry with him. Caleb had always wondered if he was a by-blow of one of the Arrondale brothers from what people had said about his looks.However, his mother never told him who his real father was before she died of a fever when he was fifteen. His mother’s husband had been a constable and had died when Caleb was ten. He had been a man that Caleb had respected, and he thought to.