’ ‘Yup. So you’re ma boy?’ ‘Yes, sir. I’m your son and you’re my Father.’ Alan stood up slowly, and the younger man grasped his hand s... hard Alan winced. ‘Good ta meet ya, Son.’ ‘Meredith’s waiting outside in the van, and the little ones are anxious to meet their great grandfather. Sweet Jesus, it’s like I’m looking at my twin, but. . .’ ‘Ah know, son, ah know, I’m a bit overweight. Din’t watch what I eat, ya gotta be careful ’bout thet. Runs in th’ fambly.’ ‘And you’ve had a hard time making a. It's strange, I don't remember noticing that before." She paused for a moment. "I'm also using inflections in my speech much the same as Dionysia. My other sisters do not ... Don't." She giggled then put her hand over her mouth, surprise in her eyes.A worried frown flashed across Tristan's brow, but he just replied, "Hmm ... maybe the length of time you were shut down took a toll on your memory." Well, I ran a diagnostic and couldn't find anything. Still, I suppose it doesn't matter."Aesia. Yet these sexual activities we had brought me and my husband to a bizarre sexual enjoyment beyond explanation when we were alone in our bed or in any place we feel like fucking. We talk nasty things, we scream, tell stories and do much other weird stuff as we see-saw our bodies to extreme pleasure until we blow our minds off as we reach both our orgasms.The very first story I told my husband was my first taste of lovemaking with our neighbor. I was very young, then, barely fourteen years old. I started licking and tasting her sweet pussy, she folded her legs around me and started moaning. I concentrated on her clit, 30 seconds later she was cumming. Moments later, when she gathered herself up I pulled her and took her place. She turned around and bent down a bit, I quickly slapped her ass with both my hands.She unexpectedly let out a moan: “UUh!”Then she placed her pussy on the tip of my dick. Sienna started of slowly and then started going a bit wild, I put my hand on her hips to.