He rubbed and rubbed. Nancy liked the feel of his hot hand fucking her jizzing pussy."I wanna feel your panties," Travis said to Chrissie."No." Why?" ...Cause you're my brother, that's why." Oh, let him feel," Nancy said. "It won't hurt nothin'." I better not," Chris whispered."Aw, go on!" Well, all right then, Travis. You can feel my pants, but just for a minute... here, I'll take your hand and put it down there. Yes, yes, right there, Travis... then you rub, like Bobby's doin' to Nancy.". Something to think about... As we grow older, and hence wiser, we slowly realize that wearing a $300 or $30.00 watch ... they both tell the same time...Whether we carry a $300 or $30.00 wallet/handbag ... the amount of money inside is the same;Whether we drink a bottle of $300 or $10 wine ... the hang over is the same;Whether the house we live in is 300 or 3000 sq.ft ... if you live in it on your own ... loneliness is the same.You will realize, as you grow older that true inner happiness does. I wasn’t nervous at all, I’d had plenty of sex, with single lovers, boys, and girls, men and women, my own sister, my own mother, even my guardian angels! Maybe these guys were nervous, I couldn’t tell. They were pretending not to be. While we were waiting for all the boners to come out, I wasn't thinking about sex, I was thinking about my Barbie When I was four or five, My dad got me a Barbie. This was in a time before any girl was jaded about Barbie. The doll was tall and thin, with weird. Now kneeling I gently fed it inside and she gasped as it stretched her apart“It been a while for me too” she saidBefore long she was holding my hand and helping me fuck her, in and out until she had taken the whole length.Feeling I could do anything with the mother in law I reached for her big soft tit, being used to her daughters small ones, I was intrigued as it wobbled and moved about. Jean saw this and pushed it up with her spare hand and made it wobble more.Her hand pulled the dildo out.