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  • It was quite a lot to handle, and Frank began to breathe deeper as his orgasm began to build. “I'm getting close,” Frank said, his hand going to Jean's shoulder to nudge her back to her knees, “show me your bellies, i want to cum on them.” The women sat up straight on their heels, drawing back from their ministrations and looking up at him. Frank took himself in his right hand and jacked his cock to the view in front of him: two late teenagers and a middle-aged woman, all pregnant, all three of them carrying his child in their bulging midsection. His floodgates opened and his breathing quickened as did his strokes with his hand until finally he squeezed key muscles and squirted a thick burst of semen in and arc at the women. It splashed onto Vanessa's belly and his mother's left arm, making them gasp at the warmth and suddenness of his seed. He jerked and shot a second glob out onto his mother's belly, leaving a puddle that slowly trickled down into her belly button. His third shot left him and fell upon Jean's left tit, and slowly dripped off her nipple and onto her belly. He sighed as the fourth spasm left him and landed on his mother's leg, and stepped backward to sink into the chair behind him. He watched as the girls scooped up what he had left on them and feed it to one another, smacking and sucking each other's fingers until their was no more of his cum remaining. Frank smiled at his family in front of him, “Oh man. You three are so hot.” Vanessa had scooped up the largest deposit of sperm on her belly and dropped it on her tongue; rolling it around in her mouth with her eyes half closed, savoring the heady taste of her brother before swallowing it. Tasha and Jean had scraped off what had been left in them and fed it to one another, giggling as they tried to lick every bit of cum off their fingers, and then they leaned in for a make-out session, sharing their spit and Frank's cum between them as their tongues wrestled. It was such a hot display that Frank’s cock didn't shrink down to storage size; despite being slightly sore from ejaculating twice that day, it still stood at attention with his sisters’ and mother's spit still slick on it. Vanessa noticed first that her brother was still hard, sitting in the chair watching them devour his semen. She struggled to her feet and stalked over to Frank, her pregnant belly pointing the way, while Tasha and Jean embraced still; their arms about one another and their faces close, lost in the mixing of their feelings and senses shared via their link. Looking up as his sable haired sister walked up next to him, running a fingernail lightly up his leg, Frank cocked an eyebrow. “Want a ride, my angel?” She pursed her lips, suppressing a smile, “Aren't you too sore?” He shrugged, “It's not so bad. I don't think I'll be cumming anytime soon, so you could probably get off as much as you want on me.” Her eyes flashed at the thought, staring at Frank's cock glistening with her spit. She glanced at him and threw a leg over his hips, her ass facing him, positioning her entrance to receive his probe, and sat down on him when he lined himself up with her. She breathed irregularly as he for the second time that day stimulated her depths and they shared fiery impulses between them. Frank watched as ripples went through her skinny butt cheeks every time she slammed down on his cock, using her extra pregnancy weight to her advantage. He could feel every time she bottomed out his cock filled every centimeter of her canal, seemingly rearranging her guts to accommodate his invading member. Jean and Tasha finally broke apart and laughed at what had transpired while they were busy with each other. Jean took her hand from her mother's tit and shuffled forward on her knees to watch Vanessa's swollen form take her brother's huge cock up inside her. She opened her mouth with arousal as she watched Vanessa work herself towards an orgasm, which finally washed over her and Frank with a bitten off groan. Frank felt his angel's pleasure like the surf swirling around his knees and then receding back into the ocean. He sighed and reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks and massaged them as she sat upon him, catching her breath. “I call next!” Jean said, framing her head to the side to catch Frank's eyes. He smirked and nodded. “I'm not done yet,” Vanessa said with determination written on her face. But that was very short lived though . I felt bad about it and we talked at a practice and decided hell with it age is just a number. How does he feel in there?” the sheriff said as I caught a glimpse of his naked, hairy, legs a couple feet from my head. Right? My clit-dick swelled to its full girth as she gave me a chaste hug. She couldn't say no to her blackmailer, but there was no reason she had to put with this shit from her boss. Whatever. When they got back, they together met with the largest selling real estate agent in town, no doubt due to her intriguing manner of closing sales. Jane finally reached her house, she thought it took hours, she managed to avoid being caught as it was only 10am of a sleepy Sunday. “What are you going to do now?” He asked as he puffed. Being pulled on plus falling forward made my lips peel his thick skinned sheath back and then up, around, and then over his expanding knot. With that, Cynthia turned on the camera and set it to show the pictures on the viewfinder. “If you had but a single brain, maybe you’d be able to escape me.” I said, levelling the arrowhead at his neck. “Thank you,” Brie mouthed. "Yes Mistress." It was still amazing. Then, she went to his room, asked him to fuck her again and fell asleep in his bed. I was wrong.
  • Toni, that's a couple of years younger than me, she is also my biological sister with 4 children of our husband. Then there's my sister-wife, Kathy that is a good bit younger than us, she's 24 years old with 1 child to our husband. "The price for my son's silence" Well, this mess all started on Tuesday, January, 29th, 2019 a little after 10 a.m. after finally getting tired of waiting for my son to get off his big lazy butt and go down to our cemetery maintenance garage and tell his dad what crypt to open is the mausoleum as I couldn't get him on the phone. So I quickly grabbed my blazer threw it on and strolled down in the cold to do it myself, Well when I walked into the garage, I didn't see anyone at first. I thought, "Oh great; I'm going to have to hunt the cemetery for him." And just as I was turning to walk out the door to go on the hunt for where's Waldo. "Tara, you need something?" Jimmy Joe yelled. I heard the one maintenance guy Jimmy Joe, call my name. I turned and looked; I know I heard Jimmy Joe's voice, then it dawned on me; he's in the office. Now if you haven't read my bio above, Jimmy Joe. He is an 80-year-old dark black man that works for us on our Cemetery grounds crew. Well, I cheated on my husband with Jimmy Joe to get even. when I found out he was cheating on us with some little 18-year-old college girl that is a waitress down at our local Eat'n Park restaurant. I knew it would not only piss my husband off that I cheated on him, but mega piss him off, that I had sex with a black man. However, in my pissed-off hurry to get even, I forgot it was my fertile time of the month. And Jimmy Joe ended up getting me pregnant that day, and 9 months later I gave birth to his child. well me and our husband patched things up, I agreed to have no more sexual contact with Jimmy Joe and to stay away from him. Unless it was concerning the cemetery/Mortuary or the baby and he agreed to stay away from that little 18-year-old blond bitch. Anywho, I went over and peeked into the office, I said, "Yeah, Jimmy Joe, I'm looking for our husband because I need him to open this crypt in the mausoleum for tomorrow." I then walked over to where he was sitting in the office chair leaning back against the desk and handed him a paper with the section and plot number on it. "Your old man just left; he went to go get a hydraulic hose for the backhoe, "Jimmy Joe replied. "And the crew is on the far end of the cemetery over in section 45 working." As I stood to the side of Jimmy Joe, in my little tight black business dress pants. while glancing at the paper, he slowly reached up behind me with his left hand and started rubbing my little round ass. I yelled as I pushed his hand away, "QUIT THAT JIMMY JOE! I told you it was over and I promised my husband that it was over!" Jimmy Joe set the paper on the desk, he then quickly wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled to him. He held me firmly around the waist up against him, as his right hand slid down and grabbing my ass. He said to me, "You're my baby's mama, baby girl, it ain't over. Your sister Toni tried to say the same; until, I asked her, how many people know about that tattoo down by her little sweet honey pot. And if your husband knew that I was hittin her little white pussy also, next thing you know. she changed her mind and I was tearing that tight little white pussy of hers up the other night. Now I haven't seen you in a minute. You've been hiding on me? Baby girl, come on, that smoking hot ass in the tight black pants, you got my dick hard. Let me hit that ass?" "I can't Jimmy Joe, I said. "Now let go of me, I got to get back up to the mortuary." "Baby girl, now you wouldn't want it to get around, that I'm still hittin it. Jimmy Joe said, "Come to think of it baby girl, how's my baby boy doin. The Hooter’s outfit seemed to work because Dad eagerly fucked her during half-time and at each commercial break. You really want to play softball in that?” I said, pointing out the halter top she was practically spilling out of. The sun has passed its peak in the sky and is beginning to descend. My mind wanders through forbidden fantasies about you as I wait outside of the dressing room and it isn’t long before you pop out and ask,” Well? He pulls me to my feet and drags me over to the table and pushes me down. The bed was shaking from my thrusts, my eyes moving back and forth from her tear-streaked face, to her bruised tits, to my manhood pulling out and being forced back into her asshole. “Little white girl ain’t never tangled with fourteen inches of Alabama black snake, has she?” the Janitor taunted with an annoying hint of self-assurance. Clint grabbed the waist band of the damp panties and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather's dark blonde bush. As I floated leisurely in the water, I assessed my emotions. I leaned down as I spread her lips with my thumbs and slipped my tongue into her glistening slit. I could hear Veronica's muffled screams as my father tore her hymen. He looks intently into my She was moaning from her filled mouth and he was sharing OMG’s with his. Her eyes are fixed on my rear and I can only imagine what fantasies are going through her mind. Before she got to me, I slung her bikini top out of the pool. Master Max had a warm, wet washcloth in his hand.