. there's no other way to describe it.A _hunger_ came over me, a _need_. I put the base of the dildo downagainst the mattress and leaned over it and _...thrust_ my face downwards,taking that fake cock in my mouth, taking it deep, feeling it push intomy throat - I didn't even gag, maybe suppressing the reflex came throughthe Link too - before I started to bob my head up and down, fucking thatthick plastic tool with my face, on all fours, waggling my ass as Iswayed with each forceful thrust, and God. When I arrived at George's cabin I saw that he and his granddaughter Karen were out in a row boat, fishing. When they saw me they came back to the dock and let me climb in with them.George sat in the stern of the boat, where he had a little outboard motor, and Karen sat in the bow, facing me. I, naturally, was seated in the center, facing Karen.It didn't take me long to realize that in spite of the male/male sex I had been enjoying, I was far from being gay. As soon as I saw Karen, with her. “Oh god yeah, fuck your little sister like you mean it. Make her take that cock like the bitch she is.” Mom cheered me on as I plunged deep into Elizabeth’s depths. My sister was laying on her back with a pillow under her ass as I stood on my knees and reamed my dick in and out of her tight wet cunt. Our fucking today wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but even though we did this all the time, I still enjoyed every second of it. “Fuck, I think you broke my pussy!” Elizabeth cried. “It feels. Four wrought iron posts towering above it, the shadows dancing on the stone walls in the flickering candle light. Ivory candles of all sizes light the room with their warm glow. In a corner there is an old wooden chest.You are an observer only, watching my personal fantasy play out before your eyes.The old wooden door opens and you see a women being led in by a man wearing black. She is wearing a long ivory colored dress, perfectly made with lace and silk to show off her ample figure. The skirt.