His kiss was like electricity running through my body. A small tingling current at first, and then a jolt of excitement as the kisses became more pass...onate. I didn't think I had any energy left for more play; however, Gibson’s magic touch is all that it took... the juices started to flow. I knew then he was on a mission to make me squirt for the first time in our relationship and for the first time since that night in high school 12 years ago.Gibson left trails of soft kisses down my body. Her ankles rested by his neck at first, but as her body folded and her calves touched his chest, her ankles rose above his ears. His belly, in reasonable shape, grazed the backs of her thighs. Then his cock finally came to greet her. The man’s considerable stamina was no match for his even greater enthusiasm. Frank pounded her like the whore he believed her to be. At one point it looked like a competition to see how loud he could make the whore moan. Then he told her, “It’s a shame to have. I quietly crept upstairs and turned on the show.After about 1/2 hour, Michelle appeared in the doorway. She stopped, closed the door, then lifted the covers and slid into them. She begged me to get under the covers because she was cold and needed warming up. I initially tried to ignore her pleas. Then, she said to me in a petulant voice "If you don't I'll go tell mommy you're being mean to me". I really wanted to see this show, and didn't want to provoke any sort of squabble. Especially. Her chilly blue eyes always seemed to glare out her disapproval of me from behind her wire rim glasses. She was beautiful in her own way, tanned, tall, and slender, about 5'10", with a 34C bust. (I peeked into her suitcase at 13 as well.) I was under no illusion that what she really wanted was not so much custody of me, but of the Ω million dollar estate my parents left behind.Aunt Cathy and I were thrilled when she was awarded custody of me. It was what my parents wished, but I still.