Found it. He waited, he didn’t know for what. He took a deep breath. And as he double clicked on the file, a smile spread on his face. But it vanish...d as soon as the file opened. It was the lyrics to the Christmas carol ‘The First Noel’. It was far from what he was looking for. Even though he didn’t find anything, his surety that his mother was the widow angel did not disappear. For some strange reason, he was a hundred percent sure. He was deeply disappointed not to find the evidence to. I however get the see the pain and pleasure faces she makes during hard sex. I think it's that contrast that only I know of that turns me on. My children are my greatest accomplishment and it just so happens that they are twins. Angela and Vin both just turned eighteen last month. Angela was the first to be born so I believe this is why our bond is so precious. My son looks pretty much like any other eighteen year old boy does. I must admit that it is my daughters looks that have just recently. This wasn't an instruction but a prediction in imminent danger of fulfilment and the thought seemed to re energise him. "Oh God, yes!" he cries, beating my cock against the side of his face, his neck, his chest. "Oh, please cum all over me! I've been so naughty, I'm so bad!" "You're a very dirty boy, aren't you?" "I've been very bad," he drooled in the kind of lascivious drawl normally only heard in the soundtrack of certain special interest movies. "You're a nasty little cock whore, aren't. I told Tom to put nipple clamps on her while I get my cock ready in his wife's throat. Tom did what he was told and clamped them on hard which made Mee wince and her throat contract. I told them that if felt good and to do it again and he did which made Mee's tight throat contracted again so I reached over and pulled on the clamps while Tom went down on his wife. Lin had her eyes closed trying not to cum when I told her they better be open since she maybe next. I slid my cock down Mee's throat.