My pussy juice covered knickers are going to simmer next to my boiling pussy until I go to bed.The next night I am late back and true to form, my knic...kers are in the wash basket with a rather wet gusset.“Hello son you ok”“Yes fine just a bit tired”No wonder he’s tired pumping blood in to that big manhood of his and coming every night.It’s another week before I am home early, this time extra early. I watched Paul go in to the house and I follow him in.I hear his music playing as I creep up the. Once we were on the road, she asked, “Do you have a license?”I shook my head. “I wasn’t worried about it at home. I wanted to save up every nickel so I could pay for school. Besides, I thought it safer that I didn’t have a car of my own. If I got into an accident, it would have been my fault. If anything happened to it, the repairs would have come out of my pocket. So on and so forth.”“I thought you worked at a garage?” she asked.I nodded. “I did, but I’d still have to pay for parts. I couldn’t. I just did not understand what she was talking about. I did not feel I was so different and special to the degree she apparently did. I just did what had to be done. GEEZ, I love my siblings so how could I care for them differently?The one thing my dad had taught me was the 7 P's. Prior proper planning, prevents piss poor performance. This was the only thing he had taught me that held any promise or truth in it. He also tried to teach me that, if the truth is going to hurt, lie. He taught me. Sure I was dying to fuck Mary, but she wasn't ready even though I told her before she left that I intended to get my cock in her tight pussy when she got home. As the boxer humped around my ass I stroked my cock for all I was worth. The closer I got to cuming the hotter this was and the hornier I got. Before I took it too far and shot my load all over my folks bedroom floor. I stopped and reached back to feel the dog's cock humping my butt cheeks. I let my face and shoulders lean on the.