He had barely managed to impregnate her mother, and that only with the aid of a certain blue pill. He died two weeks later, of congestive heart failur..., resulting in her middle name of Postuma, Latin for a child born after its father’s demise. Evidently, he had ignored the health warnings about side effects to his own peril.She was a truly delicious Slavic honey, dirty-blonde hair, just the right shade of hazel eyes, and a genuine beach tan that had no lines, thus making it clear that she liked. It was on that first daythat Dad said to me in the presence of my Mom, "Your Mom has been havingproblems with her legs and lower back. I've been massaging them daily butit's getting to be too much. Would you be able to fill in?" I'll try Dad; I'll try Mom" I said, and as an aside to my Dad, "I justhope I can do as well as you did." Do you have some time now, Hon?" my Mom asked."Sure. You'll have to give me some help though on where it hurts and ifI'm helping or hindering."Dad settled down in. She then began to spread her legs, and I could see she was smooth and bare as baby. The wrinkles of her pussy lips opened up, as if curtains, inviting me to enter. I approached her and slowly slide in. Vanessa inched closer to me until she was up to the hilt, full of me. We then fucked very slowly, all the while I was caressing her body, rubbing my hand up and down her chest and stomach as she clung to the sheets. We never kissed, instead keeping our eyes almost locked the whole time as our. I kind of got the feeling that she had started on Ian and this was her way of telling me.I could just about sense some arm movement next to me. In the darkness I felt to stroke Alison’s face but got the back of her head. I kept my hand on her head and could sense she was kissing Ian. I heard the sound of a zip so it was clearly that Alison or Ian was at this point, taking his cock out.I felt Alison sort of shift sideways a little and her right leg came over towards my leg. I got the feeling she.