His tongue traced circles around my nipples...knowing just how much pressue to bite on my tits with...I couldn't help but push the dad off me. I then ...ook off my leggings while both men struggled to get undressed. The son was first, his cock was fucking enormous and so hard it looked like it would explode.I leaned over and had to swallow the son's cock whole.It was so perfect and huge and I knew he wanted it so much mroe than his dad. In the meantime, in his naked glory dad began to lick my. Her arms again, were secured above her; as the towns folk held a raffle for who was to use the lady and for how long. second prize was for a day with her, to do as the winner would, and the third was half a day. Though she did not know it the First prize was to choose how she was to be put to death at the end of the month, this winner having a week to devise a method that would be; painful, spectacular and slow. He or she needed to display his chosen method on the town notice board the by the. She looked wonderful too. At forty years old, she was the youngest of my mother’s sisters and probably the only family member that I was still on good terms with. She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde hair and the most piercing yet kind blue eyes that I have ever known. She didn’t look much different from when I had seen her last. The typical soccer mom physique. In shape, but on the. We drove around the reservation, him teaching me different things, and thenhe started giving me directions."Where are we going?" I asked as I turned off at the police station."Give it three short blasts love," he said.I gave three tugs on the air horn, and then followed his directions down afour wheeler path barely wider than the truck."Do you think you can find your way home from here?" W, what?" I was going so slow I swear the Tarantula's were passing uswaiting for me to get stuck. "Tim I'm.