Unfortunately he decided to calm me down by canning my small breasts instead. I screamed as they took turns thwacking my little titties with the cane...until the snow white flesh was crisscrossed with angry red marks. The worst part was being made to keep my hands on my head and thank them eagerly for each hit.When it came time for my enema dad taught Zack how to make me stand. In front of the mirror with hands on head, chest out and legs spread wide. They stood naked but for latex gloves. . I wanted to taste my Dad, so I rolled and got on top and kissed him passionately on the mouth and let our tongues dance to the tune of our own making. My dad’s hard slick cock was pressed up against my arse crack and slid along the length of the crack sending further jolts of pleasure to my orgasmic centres. I worked my way down his glorious chest sucking and gently biting his nipples as I went. He pushed my head hard against them as I bit down and grabbed his cock at the same time. His loud. They probably needed to talk, but above the kitchen they could hear the bed rocking, her husband, and the lads mother waking, as lovers, to the wet grey day. They laughed, then kissed, it was going to be perfect, regardless of the weather. Breakfast over and the relentless rain still battering the cottage, again they sat on the sofa mugs in hand, Ian as the alpha male said, “let`s make up some rules to live by this week, nakedness is the first one, but who can think of some more?” May smiled. Catherine’s mind clouded over as her orgasm hit her. She moaned and thrashed wildly beneath him. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock, and he shot his cum into her. Joseph continued to pump his cum into his mom’s pussy as they French kissed.He pulled his cock from her wet pussy, and lay beside her. Catherine held her son tightly as she fell asleep. Catherine awoke early in the morning and Joseph’s young hard cock was pressed firmly against her as he slept. She reached behind her, gripping.