It is not infallible but it is substantially better than anything marketed before." Son of a bitch," Leslie said, shaking her head slowly. "Son ... of...... a ... bitch. That is awesome. If that is the case, Adam, I wouldn't worry about any debt you've accrued so far. I think you'll be able to put a huge dent in the number just with the profits from the feature you're talking about. But for now, please put on your happy face. Rebecca is going to be nervous enough about playing hostess. I'm pretty. The lust in my uncle’s eyes told me that he was going to have me no matter what, and by the time my birthday came around the thought of fucking Uncle J was not the worst thing I can do. It was close to midnight and I was only a few minutes away from entering adulthood. I was in my room when I heard a knock on my door. I knew without question who it was. Without a response the door open and there stood Uncle J. Standing there with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, he closed and walked. It wasn't long before the lad in her mouth was ready, pulling out and spaffing in her face. Ream after ream of thick white semen shot out, firing up into her hair and splatting down on her face. "Woah, good shot Tommy!" laughed the lad at her right, as he reached down for her hand and placed it on his dick, allowing her to wank him, with his help. His mate laughed and did the same, as the guy fucking her held her legs up and wide, thrusting deep into her cunt. Having come on her face, that lad. As I slipped away, I asked myself why I deserved a second chance with Kathleen, who still loved me.When I woke, she was licking me, fingers back in my hair. "I like it like this, almost as long as mine. A dirty blond rogue. Will you be my dirty blond rogue, with a scratchy beard that gives me a rash?" We have to talk." Does this shack have any hot water? Why are you here in the middle of nowhere?" We have to talk."She cuffed me and walked to the shower, feeling my eyes feasting on her shapely.