She came into my room, told me it was a great day and suggested we spend some quality time together out by the pool getting some sun. She tossed me a ...pair of shorts and told me, "Hurry up, I will meet you downstairs." I got up out of bed, changed into my shorts and headed downstairs; the smell of food met me halfway. Tami was in the kitchen, she looked up when I walked in and said, "Breakfast out at the pool if you want to join me." "Absolutely, I just need to take a quick shower first." She. Firstly his sperm was hot. Not the normal lukewarm love-juice, but almost steaming as it basted my tonsils. Secondly, there was a lot of it. I thought he was on his third shot when that first quart of ball batter subsided, and the second shot was even bigger. Of course I took that one on the face since I'd choked and pulled back on the first shot, cum bubbled out from my lips, sliding down the titanic tool in a thick sheet. While I was sputtering and coughing with shock, his cannon erupted in. The piss was hot and powerful as the flow then forked to cover my thighs, became one stream again that speared onto my balls and then gathered strength to coat my cock base, belly and Liv's hand before, as Stella gently continued to massage her spread outer lips, it began to imitate a sprinkler head and warm urine went in all directions. It flew over my legs, belly and cock as well as Liv's arm and hand. It ran from Stella's thighs and dripped from her hanging buttocks before once more focusing. I can’t get into it right now. For some reason, my father and sister are sociopaths but I’m not one of them. Oh, I’m not a saint. I’ve done some terrible things. Especially when I was younger. But I can actually feel remorse. Not as much of it as the ordinary human being feels, but I do feel some of it. For some reason, I’ve got a talent for spotting sociopaths. My father and sister aren’t the only sociopaths in the family. My aunt who resides in the city of Brockton is a sociopath as well..