How appropriate. As he finished getting ready and headed over to pick up Ann, Bill’s head started to flood with thought’s of doubt. He wondered ...if he would ever really find love again. He even wondered sometimes if he deserved it. He found the loss of his wife tough, but somehow he seemed to find starting over even tougher.He soon arrived at Ann’s home. Bill parked the car and headed up the steps. He wondered if she would look as good as he remembered. He rang the bell.Moments later Ann. The taste of her, the sensation of the bold girl’s tongue darting inside her mouth, the strange way it made the flames inside of her twist and curl—all of these pleasant distractions swirled together into a dazzling pink cloud that almost kept Stephanie from noticing the sound of the door to their hotel room opening.Stunned, the girls turned in unison from their kiss to see Brian standing in the door of the hotel room, holding a plastic bag distorted by the shapes of takeout boxes within. A. ." she said while looking back and forth between the two smiling women. She then thought it must have been special occasion so she forced up a smile of her own. "What is in the bag?" she asked while gesturing towards it.Misato laughed, as she looked to the bag for a second before her eyes shoot open. Frantically reaching inside, Misato drew out a small piece of cake, still on the plate and wrapped in a plastic. "It's your birthday cake!" Asuka commented, carefully omitting the fact the cake had. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cheryl EllisonMy son's cum fired into me.My pussy spasmed around his cock as I cried out, “Master!”I bucked on him, savoring that spunk firing into my twat over and over again. That wonderful joy of being bred by my son. I just knew he was flooding me with all that virile seed. His sperm would find my egg. I would have one last child.My joy surged to the pinnacle of ecstasy, my rapture drowning my mind in incestuous joy. I threw back my head, howling out in blissful.