“Face it, the more that I’m fucked, the more that I want to get fucked, and the harder you fuck me, the more I’ll want it in the future,” Kare... assured me as I pumped her vigorously from behind with my thick cock.“Still want to get married, then?” I asked Karen, “knowing that our marriage will be anything but monogamous?”“That’s exactly why I want to marry you. I deserve a husband who shares and you deserve a wife who shares, too. Oh, God, deeper ... deeper, go balls deep, honey!” Karen urged. I wanted to love her, want her, enjoy her and have her enjoy me .and remember me.not just a quick one never to be thought of but her NEPHEW that would always treasure the moment and be able to recount it.(if needs be).she was so sweet and beautiful.i feel honoured and chosen.what more can i say.we are talking about 30 years ago now but it is still so vivid and i live it inmy mind and enjoy the memories as if it was yesterdayif only.still where was i (lol)oh yes .she was pulling me up(right)we. Troy walked over and took Lauren by the hand, then closed the door as he led her into the room. Hes upstairs, with your mom and Kristi, he told her. Theyve all told me all about you, and tonight is my turn&hellip,Daddy wants to see how well his sweet little girl has learned her lessons the last few days. He helped pull her t-shirt off over her head, then laid her back on the bed as he removed her panties. Lauren didnt resist, though she had really hoped her Grampa was going to be here, and. It didn’t take differential calculus to figure out he spent one hundred nine dollars more than he made each month. Provided his thirteen year old car kept working no other unusual expenditures popped up. He was so ordinary he made himself sick. He was thirty-six, neither young nor old. At five nine, one hundred eighty-five pounds, he was on the heavy side of ordinary, his mid-life bulge beginning to protrude past his belt. He had his urges, to be sure, but was too shy, too much of a dork to.