This isn't right. You're my daughters! Even you, Pyrriah. You're all my daughters. Kurtis, you're my son.”“I know,” he groaned. “That's why I ...want you. Do you see how hard I am?”“Don't stroke that cock and stare at me like that,” she moaned. “Tell your sisters to stop.”“I want them to make you cum,” he said. “I want them to give you all that incestuous pleasure. They're getting you primed for my dick.”“Nooooo!” groaned Mother. She shuddered, humping her juicy pussy against my face. “I don't. He asked if I was OK and I told him yes I'm fine, I could see his cock bulging in his sweatpants, I reached over and started to stroke him through the material. Dizzy asked me if I wanted to see it and all I could get out was a sheepish "OK"He pulled his sweatpants and released his hard throbbing cock, it wasn't like pornstar huge but it was far bigger than mine, I wrapped my hand around it, fingers barely being able to touch my palms and slowly started to jerk him off, I loved watching his. They filled the land between the forest edge and the Orlan river, most of which had been, itself, lightly forested before the coming of the Poles. A road followed the river, connecting the distant walled northern Watu town of Daraja to the southern Kikker town of Fren. On the bank of the river, a dozen buildings formed the Kikker village of Puln. Two docks poked out into the slow moving Orlan, a Polish sailing ship and two Kikker oar boats currently berthed. A road branched off eastward from. I knew he was only 24 and after he’d filled my cunt with his goo he just pulled out and walked away, still as hard as when he went in.He reached out and took Lynette’s hand and put it on his cock. She looked at him almost fearfully but didn’t retract her hand. She started to stroke it slowly and she slid back and forth easily since it was still covered with my cunt juice and his cum and possibly someone else’s cunt juice too. “Do you want to fuck her Tim?” I asked. “Sure would” he.