" Carl went on to describe how he had misunderstood a conversation that he had overheard between Madison and his late father. He told how he had falle... into a period of depression, during which he had believed that Madison had only been a gift to him from his father; how he had mistakenly believed that she had just been one of his father's concubines; and basically, how he had not communicated well enough with his own wife to allow them to work through any issues that they may have had, sexual. I knew he as full of crap but I acted like I believed him . I told him I wasn't going to rub my cum on my face but he said my cum was too young and didn't have the hormones that his did. Then he said if I wanted (I liked the way he made it like he was doing me a favor) that when he came he would rub it on my face. I said I would try it. So he tells me to sit down and he jerked off into his hand and rubbed it over my forehead, cheeks , over my lips. Then he said it might be easier next time to. When you were small you took baths together. As you got older, you frequently spent the night together, usually innocently sleeping in the same bed.You started pulling away when you were twelve. The very last night you spent together, you woke with her head on your chest and the scent of her strawberry shampoo filling your senses. You had a throbbing hard on, and very slowly you reached down to touch it.You had discovered masterbation in the last year, but still were experienced with it. You. "Hey, we don't need any more guys around here!" Ted said quickly. "I can take care of you two." You sure brag for little shit," Joan said, caressing his face lovingly.Fawn was gazing at Ted's cock. "You know, he just might be right at that. I've never seen a guy who could keep a hard-on so fucking much and for so long." Want to start right now?" Joan asked. "We'll see if you can handle all this hot cunt, baby."Fawn slipped to the floor, jerking her dress to her waist and shoving her panties.