"Wow that's really wet." Before I could realize what was happening I was bent over the sink and he slipped the entire length of himself inside me. It ...hurt so good and I shot up as I screamed from surprise, pain and delight. "What? Is that too much cock for you? You can't take it?" This time his tone was slightly mocking. "I can" I whispered, I could barely talk with him inside me. He arched my back back down and he stroked my dripping wet pussy deep, hard and fast. Not for very long though. He. They both hugged me, I had just gotten a little emotional. I couldn't help it, but I just needed them so to speak."I don't wanna impose on what you have here, I just love you two so much, that I can't let go," I said in a crying voice."But don't you want kids of your own, Tonya?" Jeanette had to bring up."Yes, but you are my kids pretty much. We already love each other too," I told them.Jeanette laid her lips on mine, and we made out in the hallway. She let Tim have a turn, and eventually, we. I want to show you something.” He took me by the hand and we walked into a thicket of trees a short distance from the side of the house. It was barely a path of dirt, dried and yellowed pine needles, and leaves that fell last fall. In the middle was a small clearing. We stopped. He let go of my hand, backed up a few steps, kept his eyes on me, and said, “Strip.” I looked at him as if to say, “Here? Are you nuts?” “Thirteen,” he said sternly. I replied with the obligatory, “Yes, sir,” and pulled. "Sergeant Bartlett still suffers from the bulletwound, and it has affected his memory. But he has a more seriouscondition. Somehow he managed to contract MORFS."The general interrupted the doctor, "How is that possible? I thoughtmature people didn't contract MORFS anymore." Well it hasn't happened before, that is true. But that doesn't mean itisn't possible. As to how it happened we can only guess. Maybe the placeof where the bullet is lodged in his brain has something to do with it.Anyhow, he.