He might not even realize that he had sex at all. But I would know, and I always made sure that they orgasmed and I always rubbed their spunk all over...my tits and lick it from my fingers.Self loathing that may be, but it gets me through the coming 12 months until I pluck up the courage to choose another homeless man for my pleasure.This little scenario has gone on year after year and I knew that it would never change. Then last year I had the surprise of my life. One, I might add, was of my own. The conversation goes something like this, ‘Yo chickie, wanna pluck? I don’t like fish anyway. Don’t I just remind you so much of Colonel Sanders?’ When I stick my dick in the chicks they start jumping around just like when they have been decapitated and before long they are in chickie heaven.’ I don’t make chickens give me head, but chicks are an entirely different matter.’ ‘I cautioned him, ‘Well, Rog, we have some fucking chicks for you, but please don’t fuck them to death. Geez, without the. The scotch filled her with a warm glow. After an hour she forgot about Maggie and her thwarted sex life. Then suddenly she became aware of Bob's leg pressing her thigh and the warm glow spread to her cunt.It seemed like a harmless gesture. Bob had never made a pass at her. How could he? He was her brother. And yet, why not? Who could say how many siblings engaged in incest."Mom's made you uptight," Bob said now. "You're a very good-looking woman, Sis. You really ought to get out more." I'm. "Your pussy feels even tighter like this." Zach said praising, and after giving their bodies a few more seconds, started moving his hips."Oh, fuck yes!" Molly moaned victoriously as her brother mounted her. He slid his cock into her wet pussy so naturally, each plunge brining a jolt of pleasure as his member rubbed against her sensitive vagina. It was strange how Molly felt safe and reassured with her brother behind her, thrusting his hard dick into her precious flower as they made taboo love.