Poor June had to wait until ten minutes after midnight on the first of June to be born, and that was how their mother had named them.May, of course, h...ad never worried about any of this. She was May, the first born. Glamorous and beautiful May. It wasn't for her to worry about others. And so May had gone through life like that, only concerned about herself and her fun.May returned to consciousness many times after that, but always to pain, a deep all consuming pain. Pain and a growing fear. For. What really convinced us was Laura’s letter to me. I read it to Scott, so why play around with fate?” Vicky said, enjoying Scott’s fucking.“I may as well tell you what I told Vicky. I’m fucking my two sisters. We’ve been doing it for years.”“You ought to fit right in with our fucked up family,” Karen joked.She was standing only inches away from Scott her tits were near his face. Looking down, she could see his cock sliding in and out of Vicky’s pussy and subconsciously licked her lips, wanting. How my little victory with Chris wasn’t the main event – the main event was that after a month of peace and quiet my wife was about to take a new lover.Somehow similar to what we’d done before. But in many ways totally different, as we’d not planned and agreed this together. I’d in no way been the keen and energetic enabler that I’d been first with Daryl and then with Chris. This was different – this was all down to Jill, the new Jill, and I’d had no say and she’d only sought the most fleeting. But getting back to Mel’s landing strip: it actually gave directions south to her pouty puffy pussy lips. Her private honey pot. A thin line beckoning to sex. Melanie’s skill with a razor or her waxer, who cares, was very talented where it really counted with a lady. It was probably a waxer because the strip was bloody perfect and so smooth on the sides and not one stray hair around her arsehole. And rash and nick free. Perfect pussy and balloon knot presentation.Mel had another feature which.