Auntie had arrived early !"Quicky upstairs girls and get dressed". They actually did as they were told ! I went to welcome their Aunt. "Hi Chris good ...ourney?" I asked.She pecked me on the cheek and said "Excellent thanks. Got late running train so got here early. (bit of a paradox but I knew what she meant) How are you ?" Im fine, want a cuppa or a glass off something?" I asked. "I could kill a Bacardi and Coke. I had one on the train, cost a fucking fiver!!" she said with a laugh. I went to. He was going to have one of his friends come over Tuesday morning she was told had to suck him off then lick his ass. “If I had my way I’d love to see the s.o.b. get fucked in the ass, he should be turned gay, for that matter his dad too”! Terry thought about it for several seconds “Jill perhaps I can give you what you want, we’ll talk later”.Terry was sitting in Jill’s kitchen Monday afternoon as Ethan got home, “Hi E how’s it hanging”? He gave Terry a cold stair “what the hell are you doing. He'd extended his tongue and she let him clamp on to her nipple, his lips and tongue causing the pebbly bud to stiffen and thicken into a hard little bullet. She swayed her body slightly to the side, bringing her other swaying breast to his needy lips. Working on her breasts had gotten both of them going again, and he'd eventually thrown her onto her back, put her nylon-clad legs over his shoulders and slammed his rigid prick balls-deep into her. He'd absolutely poured it to her, fucking her. “You will unlock the door. I am going to come inside. You are not going to hurt me.”The voice worked. I heard two uncertain footsteps, and a shaking hand removing a barricade from the inside. Then two careful steps back.I pulled the door open. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness inside, lit only by the woodstove and a candle.There stood the son, his stance wide, his arm raised high, clutching an axe. He was sweating with fear. His eyes were wide, his lips trembling. Having seen me.