I probably should’ve taken her hand, but, I just went ahead and popped home.Or at least were home used to be the last time I’d been there.Instead ...of finding myself in our living room, I found myself standing in a damned hole in the ground! When I looked around, I found that it was actually a foundation for a basement. It had been snowing and there was about three inches of snow covering everything. I flew up, out of the basement, to where our front yard used to be.As I looked around, I saw. This feeling only increased the orgasmic sensations from the cock buried within me. As I bounced on the love rod withinme, I could feel my chest begin to bounce with me as well. The nipples I had pinched now were larger and more erect on my chest. I screamed loudly, a loud, feminine voice piercing the room.Tom looked up in shock, but continued to enjoy the feelings he was having. I could feel his penis stiffening and I knew that soon his semen would be pouring into my body. As his orgasm. I don’t know if she realizes that he is not really her cousin because of what she just learned.Her mom was pregnant and her real father was killed in the war also is not married to the man Margret thought was her father. Well work went well although I did think a lot about Margret and what they were probably doing .Depending what time he arrived will depend on just how sloppy wet she was going to be when I got home.I work for the state D.O.T . and it being Friday I can say we did little work. "And of course she was right. By the time we reached the half-mile mark I had broken a nice sweat and my heart was pumping along at 130. I was feeling the exertion, but not so much that I had to stop. Instead of burning out in five minutes, I was chugging along and able to maintain the pace. We passed three quarters of a mile and then a mile and I was still going."How are you doing?" she asked me as we turned around and started heading back. I noticed that, unlike myself, she had hardly a glint.