“Oh god yes.”Meanwhile, Peter had just cum inside his mother’s cunt when Harry appeared, carrying a sleeping Freddie.“One knackered grandson,�...� Harry said, “he’s played with some monkeys, ridden in a tank, made sandcastles and had an ice cream, now bathed and fed and ready for bed.”“Thanks Dad,” Peter said, taking Freddie and turning to take him up to the bed Carol had prepared. “Susie is over there if you want her,” he said motioning to the bed where Susie was sat licking the cum and cunt juice. As we got to the old grain mill area on the stream Mary told me where to park so that it would be easier to get the canoe into the water without moving the truck again. We put the beer cooler and bag of snacks in the canoe taking a beer each and paddled off. We were floating down stream and the stream branched, Mary asked me if I want the main tour or a more secluded trip. I wasn’t sure what to answer and she said if we go the secluded way there were places to rest and just slowly float. The. If you're going to stay, you'll need to get rid of them eventually."Grace answered me, "I'm not embarrassed about my body, but after seeing the four of you, I know I'm a pretty poor excuse for a woman. I could swear neither of you looked so good the last time I saw you." We didn't," Maria told her. "That's part of the magic of this place. But you don't have anything to be ashamed of and you know it." What the hell. When in Rome..." Grace started taking off her blouse and that's all it took for. It’s an ordeal, holding your tongue like that, but you manage it, sinking deeper and deeper into the cumslut persona you know and love. Then you hitch up the skirt, sit down on the dirty beer-stained floor, peel down the red knickers, and hold your legs wide apart. Blushing with shame, you do as I asked you: you hold your pussy lips open wide and gaping, holding the position for one minute. Then you show them your tits. Next you are crawling, your bottom now exposed, to the first guy in the.