It should have been an hour’s drive to their costal home, but thanks to an incident on the motorway it was just over three by the time we made it.Mr...and Mrs Davison were perfectly pleasant people, a little staid and prudish were my initial thoughts. I don’t think they thought too much of me, not laughing at any of my little jokes or stories. Dinner had been a long winded affair with many long torturous silences, I was glad when we left the table and retired for the evening.Lying in her parents. In all honesty, I don’t know who I had offended the most.Recently, I had gotten in the habit of not answering my door when I had a female in my bed and I never as able to sort out who it was on the other side of the door.I must state up front that the most depraved female in the bunch was the cross-wearing Fay with a preacher husband and four strapping boys all in their teens at home. She was able to contort her body in all different positions and sometimes she watched my cock going inside her. Then I found the phone box and made the five minute (less!) call. Mum just liked to know I hadn’t fallen over a cliff, or been eaten by Welsh Cannibals (she didn’t have much idea about Wales apart from the fact they were small, wide and mined coal as a hobby). Fiona waited, laughing at the answers she could hear “Yes, Mum, I still have a pair of clean socks” (which was actually a lie, and I knew she knew it was, and she knew I knew – but she’d done her duty by asking. If I’d said no, I wondered. "What's got you so horny, baby", Samantha asked in between kicks. "I was thinking about aunt Lucy", Cadence said, "and I couldn't control it. Now, drain my dick like a good slut." Samantha felt her pussy get instantly wet, soaking her panties, when Cadence spoke to her like that. She took her daughter's dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the shaft as she bobbed her head. "Holy fuck, you are the best little cocksucker ever", Cadence groaned as she felt an orgasm building. She grabbed a.