“And I was the son he beat,” Peter breathed.“Now that makes no sense at all,” Paul was bewildered.“Margaret is my mother too. I’m your fat...her but I suppose that I’m also your half-brother, if that makes any sense,” Peter swallowed the last of his beer and tossed it in the bush.“You killed your father and married your mother?” Paul was astonished.“Meg and I aren’t married ... at least not legally. But we are husband and wife in every other sense,” Peter walked over and put his hands on Paul’s. Must have been something in to do with the swap. But one thing is for sure, it was hard as a rock and I had to have it in my pussy. I lay back on the couch, pulling him with me and I screamed, "Fuck me with that thing NOW." I had to feel it and feel it now. He got between my legs and lined his cock up with my dripping pussy and slowly slid it in. I started bucking as soon as the head got between my pussy lips. The feeling of being filled slowly was something completely new to me. I loved it.. ..here. My name isJoplin, Joshua Joplin, from the Joplins of Minnesota. I'm a croupier sir.I've never even been to Pensacola."Purple Hat pulls out a rolled sheet of paper, and hands it to me."Wanted: The Pensacola Kid. For robbery, murder and cattle rustling.Reward $1000 alive, $250 dead."And underneath, a picture. A picture of me. I mean, obviously not me, buthe was the spit. I could feel the other players backing away from thetable; I couldn't blame them, I was almost scared of myself.Well,. “Kiss me, I want to taste your lips.” She gasped.I moved up and kissed her lips and our tongues immediately found each other. We kissed for about ten seconds and then I pulled away; she whispered “I can taste my juice on your tongue. You are driving me crazy, I think I am going to come a hundred times.” I kissed her again, and started to work my pinky into her pussy as our tongues were slobbering over each other.My cock was throbbing it was so hard, but I controlled myself not to start fucking.