From time to time a lusty moan or groan would escape her mouth and her cunt would quiver and quake around my young and rigid dick. I thrust into her t...ime after time, just as my father was thrusting into my mother. I watched them as he pounded his cock into her cunt time after time. I found that my rhythm was the same as his, it was as if we were on the same wavelength in some bizarre way. I watched as Dad began to convulse against Mom’s ass and I knew that he was shooting his wad into her. At. "Not hates," Jen amended. "But it pisses him off that Natalie always stops crying the second you pick her up and she doesn't for him." She's smart. She knows who's important, knows who her real daddy is," I said as I gently caressed the little head that was suckling at her mother's breast. Natalie was not paying any attention to what we adults were saying. Instead she was concentrating on food. But it was true what Jen had said. Of all the family members who'd been in close contact with her. They had claimed she was blunt to the point of rudeness and was cold in her attitude. Harry had certainly found that she was very matter of fact but had decided that the reports had been pretty unfair, though he did concede to himself, he had seen a very different side of her. He decided that he liked her, and as an added thought confided quietly to himself, ‘Harry, you are a seriously lucky guy.’ As it happened, his aunt was not there when he got back, she had left a note to say that she was. It almost felt like he was fisting her every time they fucked. He started to enter slowly and pull back. Again, this time a little deeper. When he pushed a third time his head was swallowed up. He felt her lips enveloping it. Veronica moaned as he slowly moved in and out, rubbing up against her G spot. Her moans grew louder with Ian's increasing speed. Mark and Ellen were awoken from thier own little world. Mark stood up to walk over. "This will quiet her down," said Mark as he put his.