Then, looking at her lust-distorted face, he rammed his cock into Irmgard’s stretched-up, gaping cunt. Abandoning all restraint, Irmgard screamed ou..., ‘Yes! Yes, Stefan! You love to fuck me, don’t you? God, I want it so much! Yes, Stefan! Fuck me hard! Yes, like that! Yes! Yes!’Irmgard’s raw, naked lust sucked them both into what seemed a forever tumbling torrent of orgiastic pleasure until, finally, spent, hoarse and out of breath, they were tossed ashore.Over long minutes they clung together. “You’re so beautiful it makes my stomach hurt!” he said, bending over. Actually, his stomach didn’t hurt at all. But his penis had decided that his foster-sister was very beautiful and had stood up at attention to announce that. Bending over helped conceal his traitorous cock. He waddled to get her a towel, and when he got back she held out a finger dripping with her milk.“Taste,” she said. “It tastes good!” Hesitantly he licked her finger, and the sweet milk spread all over his tongue.It was. I wanted him spurting into me. I bobbed my head again. I worked my mouth up and down his cock. The bedsprings creaked as I worshiped him.Drool ran down my chin. I shivered, my large tits swaying as I worshiped my son's cock. This forbidden dick filled my mouth. My hand cupped his balls. I played with the hairy nuts. They brimmed with his youthful passion. His cum. Spunk. Jizz.I wanted to drown in it.He groaned again. His chest rose and fell. He was such a handsome boy. He had hair on his chest.. "I know a great deal about you, Mr. Jenkins. You have no secrets from me." She let him tremble for a few moments, just to keep him off-balance. "Or do you take these pictures because you think pretty girls are just showpieces? Eye candy, as you say. Just for leering and ogling? Is that it?"Alan tried to muster a bit of courage. "Well, so what? I didn't hurt anybody."The old woman frowned, anger burning in her eyes. "Girls are not just for young men to leer at!" She rose abruptly, and stalked.