He looked continued to look at the doe.She started walking away, looking at him still. He felt a need to followher.Chris and Paul looked at their frie...nd with puzzled looks. They walkedround to face him."Hello? Can you hear us buddy?" said Paul into his face."I want her," he said, almost zombie like. His eyes were clearly fixed onthe doe alone."What the hell is happening to you!" cried Chris, pointing to Roger'shead. From out of his head, 2 boney stumps were now emerging and growing at. I wasn't quite sure exactly what a faggot was, but I knew it had to be bad because it almost always started a fight.My Aunt Charlotte was not a big woman.In fact, she was shorter than me and probably only weighed about a hundred pounds. My sister Trisha was much bigger than her in the hips and she had a pair of melons for boobs that she had to lift with both hands to allow my mom to wash underneath when she came out of the kitchen bathtub. The fact the bathtub was in the kitchen allowed me to. "Play with his big cock baby," Greg ordered his daughter. Tammy spat on my cock. Her saliva dripped from my cock down to my mom's face and landed on her lips. My mom licked her lips and savored Tammy's spit in her mouth before she swallowed it. Tammy took my cock in between her index and middle fingers and squeezed gently. Then she kissed my mother deeply on her mouth while stroking her hair. "Raise your head a little bit Jill," she told my mom. "That's it. Smell your son's beautiful cock.. She felt his hand pull back, making a slight popping sound as it pulled out of her… She lay there panting, waiting to see what would happen next, praying that he would just leave her now… Suddenly, she felt his weight as he sat on the lounge, felt his legs slide up under hers, his body facing her, his hand caressing her stomach and playing with the thin trail of hair that led down to the wet gaping hole he had just violated… She felt him inching forward until she could feel his hard cock.