Heather looked up and met Kowalski's eyes with her own. At first, she hoped the strong feeling of lust she felt wasn't showing on her face. After a fe...w swallows of his precum, she decided that she didn't care if he knew she was just as turned on as he was and she became even more wanton in her oral caresses of his cock.She did not expect him to last very long and was not surprised when after only a few seconds of her onslaught, his cock began to bob and twitch. Leaning back into what she judged. Tim lets out this long sigh of satisfaction. Abbie’s lips on his cock is the most wonderful thing he could ever imagine. Now regularly feeling this sensation is heavenly to him. He is so close to cumming but questions himself. Is it fair that Abbie so pleasures him this way, and he has not done so in return? He is not sure if he is yet up to it but feels it would be a step for him to overcome to take them to the ultimate pleasure.He pulls himself away a bit, much to Abbie’s surprise as. The sex surely isn't even that good."His attitude seems disproportionate to the situation. It's alright for him to ditch me last minute to bang some girl every weekend, but when I finally decide to try for a relationship, there's an issue."Actually, I haven't slept with her again." Why the fuck are you bothering if she isn't putting out, then?" he says before bursting into laughter at my admission. "We're your friends, not her, and it's really pissing me off that you're blowing me out for some. ”“Good boy.”“Does that mean I can stay?”“Yes, baby. You can say.”And then I plunged into my son’s clean, unlubed cunt. He cried out. I did, too. I guess that was our talk. I guess that was all that needed to be said.As I plowed him, railed him, bred him, he moaned and flexed, showing me his muscles, displaying his pride, being what he needed to be: His father’s slut-bottom son, born and raised to serve the cock that created him.His mother moved out years ago - sensing, I think, our growing.