When I peeked around the tree, I was shocked to learn that one of the voices belonged to an ugly brown wolf. Wolves don't talk do they? I would have r...n away screaming except I learned that the second voice belonged to pretty blonde wearing a red hood who was at least twenty years old. Her beauty attracted me so I decided to listen for a while."Who is that basket for?" the mean wolf asked."It-it is for my Grandma," the woman shyly answered."Would you like some company?" the wolf offered rather. "I know..." I remember on a Jumpstart portage before the plague, I was watching TV with him one evening in Cider Junction. He told me I could always remember he was a true American, because he was born on the fourth of July..." Ha! That sounds just like him! I remember Tom and Ellen used to drive us to see the fireworks, when my family was in West Virginia... It seems like so long ago..."Yeah... Kalea, don't tell this to anyone outside your marriage. Both my sister and my brother's wife are. Once they are soaked with my wetness he grabs there waist band and pulls them down my legs and off me. It goes quiet for a second and then my mouth is being forced open and something wet and soft being pushed in. I choke slightly on my wet knickers and then begin to taste myself. This very much turns me on the way he silently controls me.I feel something sharp a blade or a knife maybe lightly trace my skin from my pussy up to the centre but of my bra. With one forceful action he cuts my bra. '"I love you, Mommy," Rose mentioned before she kissed Kate one more time and dropped down to her knees.I was next to positive what she had in mind to do then, but I patiently waited to see her perform the lewd act. Whether it took her well over twenty minutes or just a matter of seconds, I was more than willing to wait.Rose failed to make me wait long because I saw her slowly bring her fingers from her hand over to her mom's twat. I couldn't see Rose's face by then, but I certainly imagined.