John was still convinced that he was the father of Helen's twins, and given that he fucked her several times during her fertile period, before anyone ...else fucked her, I thought that likely too.“Helen, how about having your babies DNA tested to find out who the father is, or who the fathers are?”, John asked.“But I like not knowing who the father is.”“Look. Naomi and I are going to be a second mother and a father to these two, no matter who fathered them. You and Wendy have become part of our. But, I didn’t slow down as I made love to her. My tongue fucked her pussy as deeply as I could push it. My fingers pressed onto the sensitive flesh between her pussy and anus. Chuck began to lick and kiss her nipples. She started to move and I told her to lay back and enjoy the moment. I returned to continue to paint her sex with moisture from my tongue. Her copious fluids added moisture. It was my goal to give her an orgasm before Chuck painted her inside with his spermy paint. She needed to. It was completely bald and what a thing of beauty it was. She took a handful of the oil and started massaging it into her hair less cunt. She must shave her cunt every night because she took great pains with the junction of her crotch and legs. She then took more and started rubbing the oil into her tight young teenage cunt. The more she rubbed the more she became excited and the louder her moans of pleasure. Her breathing appeared to became harder and harder as her firm young breasts went. ”He just looked calmly at me. I wasn’t sure how far I would go with him. How far I could go. I knew that when I reminded myself of the Gilmore Girls and the Robinsons, it would fire me up. But the simple truth was — I was no torturer.I started by changing clothes, taking off the Cavalry uniform. I would leave it on Major McIntyre’s back porch on my way back to the train station.Time to search the house. I’d never done this before, but my instincts told me to concentrate on the bedroom and.