”Dad was quick to remark, “It certainly makes having spontaneous sex less problematic.”She gave him a smile and a smack to his stomach.“I’m ...orry you had the partial, Mom,” Lynn said. “Would we have had a baby brother or sister?”“It happened in the fourth month, you would’ve had a sister, kids. We had a few names pre-selected, my favorite was Samantha, and your fathers was Jason if it had been a boy, or possibly Sage, if it had been a girl.”“So, why was I named Lynn instead of Sage,” my sister. "I'm creaming! You're making your hot bitch mother cum, baby! Aaahhhh!"Jay held his cock perfectly still and watched his beautiful mother spasm through her climax. When she opened her eyes again, she saw that the boy still had his hard prick embedded in her aching cunt and was ready and anxious for more fucking."God, honey, my pussy is so sore and swollen, it can't take any more of your rough fucking," she said, easing her crotch away from the boy's throbbing prick. "But you're still hard, and. And she had determined that this was a living man – as obvious a conclusion as that was to draw here. It had taken her several minutes to determine that he actually was breathing. She felt drawn to him out of curiosity and a deep sense of peace, and – she admitted it to herself openly – the wonder of him. She walked slowly and carefully around him as quietly as she could manage from a distance of maybe thirty feet, completing her circumnavigation in about fifteen minutes because she had to. Anne, still gripping Penis Wrinkle’s hard cock, lifts her hips to let the little gremlin slide the panties down and over her legs.Banana Slug makes a low whistle and says ‘What a fucking gorgeous, wet pussy.’Butternuts has the panties bunched against his face. ‘Fuck you smell good.’ He sets them aside. ‘I’m gonna eat that pussy now.’Penis Wrinkle laughs. ‘Go ahead. Banana Slug, come around to the other side. She can take turns on us.’Anne stares at the huge cock now bobbing before her and.