“Makes me think of a story I read once. At the time I commented to the writer that he was full of shit, who knew?”“Oh yeah, Farmer Joe his name ...as hey? I remember that story. Hey wouldn’t it be funny to find out it was our Adam and Gemma he had been writing about”“Funny? No it would be hot as hell, it would make me wet anyway, and a touch guilty because of the roasting I gave him”“Back in the day; when you were a miserable lonely troll. Flaming every poor bastard’s stories?” “Yes yes that was. She could be living with someone or she was one of those independent women that didn’t need to wear a ring to be committed to someone else. But it gave him hope, however small, that there was a chance. If he could get off his arse, that is, and go over and say hello. Then he could sit next to her. Maybe her hands would settle on his thigh. Or his lap. Rub his…. He could always sit next to her. That wouldn’t be too hard. Hard. An unfortunate choice of words. She always had a seat next to her. The man just watched smiling saying that’s itFill your panties up with your sweet juices. Once I knew she was done I turned it offAnd got up and went back to our room since my cock couldn’t take the pressure anymoreI had to jack off or was hoping for Linda to return ASAP and tell me all about Her experience while she jumped on my cock. I was so horny as she was now. And I thought the man next to her must’ve been also. 10 mins went by and I couldn’t take itSo I got naked lied back on the bed and. Anthony had been hesitant and timid, ready to please her. But, as her father fucked her face, Lacey realized he was using her mouth to pleasure himself. He was pounding her face with his large meat as if she were a common whore. And that knowledge sent Lacey over the edge.Her pussy spasmed and convulsed on Anthony's dick, her orgasm exploding from within her. As his sister's cunt contracted, squeezing his shaft, Anthony couldn't hold back. He thrust upward, pushing his dick as deep as he could.