”I leaned closer and stroked his scrotum, massaging the balls inside. I love the feel of his balls (and his cock too) and I watched intently as he s...eeded up. I studied the thrusts of his cock sliding in and out of her and then I felt his scrotum contract with the first shooting of his cum and Lou squealed in delight. I knew she would as daddy has a prolific fountain of sperm in his balls and I too loved to feel him splash inside me. I watched, a little envious, as he tensed his buttocks and. Since I had taken my pills, it didn't hurt much at all to sit.It was also the second day after my accident. The first day I slept late and we covered only 60 miles, me in the car and Marty on his bike. Marty pulled into the generic motel parking lot around 4 PM then spent a lot of time running big secret errands in the car. I was in some pain, but not a lot, since I was taking my meds religiously. I had been injured enough times in my life to understand the value of staying on schedule with. Or anything, really.”“And that applies to your kids? Including your daughters?”“Yes, of course. I’m no hypocrite. In fact, being a hypocrite or breaking your word are the two gravest sins in my book. Can I ask a question?”“Sure.”“Who’s going to have the baby?”“We were actually thinking one apiece,” Krissy said. “Which is why Deborah suggested we ask your advice.”“Same guy?” I asked.“Volunteering for the job?” Krissy asked with a smirk.“Vasectomy.”“After seven kids, I guess I’m not surprised. We. Parker couldn’t keep herself from shuddering with delight while the young man ‘washed’ her vagina. ‘Ohhhhh!!!’ she cooed. Her legs weakened and she grabbed the young man’s arms for support while he thoroughly lathered her sex organs. Her legs were quaking and her luscious chest heaved. She couldn’t believe how wonderful he always made her feel. It no longer mattered to her that he was her sister’s son and that what she was doing with him was incest. Nothing mattered except the wonderful.