I'm tired of both of them. I'm afraid Mrs. B's going to tell Cathy. Christ, I got so I was scared to even go over to their house. You won't tell mom w...ll you Patty?" No. I should though. You've become a pervert." They're not even that good looking." Cathy's nice, cute...but yuck, not her mother." You're much better looking than Cathy. Whenever I see her with you, like today in the kitchen, I wonder what I'm doing with her." I'm not. Besides I'm your sister." You and mom. You're so beautiful.. .''''no no dont suck just kiss it, here like this here kiss the cock, keep holding it up like that and kiss it''he made me kiss it , going up and down his big hands controlling my head , kissing his fat cock i keep in my small white handsI dont know why i just listen to him telling me exactly how to behavemaking me kiss his nice veiny cock''you are cute, let me get your thing''i was wondering what he was talking aboutbefore he walk back in the living room a cute pink pair of undie for me out of. The form was some sort of a water god, perhaps. Whatever the case, the form’s enormous penis was darting in and out of her sex, and giving her what must have been abundant pleasure. They rotated in the water one way and then another. They swam closer to surface sometimes, and sometimes they drifted back to the bottom. The shape of the entity who appeared to be composed of pure water changed. Sometimes he appeared to have long, flowing blue locks, and sometimes he was bald. Sometimes his blue. He had finally obliterated the distance between us. He kissed me. I treasured every moment. He kissed me softly at first then became more aggressive. The connection was palpable. We both could not get enough of each other. I felt like I was quenching some sort of insane thirst, as if I had lived my life without water and then tasted it for the first time. I was experiencing that refreshing, invigorating, satisfaction that I never had experienced with anyone else. His tongue was warm and soft. I.