Just like the rest of his immediate family, Alex was bi-sexual, and he had learned to accept his bi-sexual feelings. But, in Alex's case, his sexuality fell much closer to the homosexual side of the bi-sexual scale, than it did to the heterosexual side. And so he naturally preferred having sex with other males. Even now, while Alex was slowly easing his softening penis out of his own mother's freshly-creampied vagina, he found himself thinking about how he couldn't wait to wrap his hands around his Grandpa John's sexy-looking dick and balls again, when he got back home. Ironically, at this very moment, Lisa was thinking the exact same thing herself. And she found it hard to believe that her group father's genitals actually turned her on more than her son's did, even though her son's penis blowjob was quite a bit larger than her dad's. But for Lisa, there was just something magical about her touching and playing with the very penis and testicles that had conceived her in her mother's womb. And, in another weird twist-of-fate, at this very moment, a still-very-horny Jan was lying in her bed under the covers, busy diddling away at her own freshly-creampied pussy, while she was fantasizing about wrapping her hands amateurs around Alex's weird-looking, "fully-hooded" penis. CHAPTER 18 2006: The Rape And The Rapture It had all started out innocently enough on the day after Christmas in 2006, when Jan had received a call from her 34-year-old son, Bill Ridgeway, who had finally managed to move out into his own apartment several years before, back when he was 26. "Come on, Mom," Bill pleaded, "Would you please teens let Trish spend the night at your place for just one night. It's New Year's Eve, for Christ's sake. And I want to take Lisa out on the town, and show her a good time. And just so you know, I asked Trish what she wanted to do on New Year's Eve. And she told me that she wanted to spend it with you guys." Actually, what Bill really wanted to do was to take his twin sister out to a bunch of bars, and get her shit-faced drunk on New Year's Eve, so that he could take her back to his hotel room afterwards, and fuck the crap out of her. Despite his persistent flirtations with just about every woman that he knew, Bill hadn't managed to get any pussy over the last four years. And so naturally, he college was feeling desperately horny. "Sure, honey. That would be great!" Jan had agreed. "Just drop her off here, before you go pick Lisa up." Bill's daughter, Trish, was a solid 18 years old, and quickly approaching 19. However, she had a slender, petite, "pixie-ish" body and a chubby-cheeked face, with a precious dimpled smile, which all served to make her look at least 2 to 3 years younger than she really was. And Trish knew how to take advantage of her deceptively-youthful looks. In fact, she had managed to elevate the standard kids' "wrapping adults around one's little finger" ruse into an art form. For example, in an effort to complete her "young girl" look, Trish liked to keep her shoulder-length, brunette hair perfectly-parted right down the middle to form ponytails that would hang down on each side of her head. Her and I had a plan, as soon as I could get a house outside of base I’d have her spend a summer with me and offer to keep her when it’s time to go back blowjob to school. Julia’s splayed her hand before my eyes; the glowing hearth casting shadows across her subtle veins and faint lines. When the group reached the dining room they saw many crew members stuck teens to the tables or nearby cupboards, all turned into breeding nests for the analinguses. His eyes could hardly believe this sight. I was a bad girl, a very bad and naughty girl, this night…I dressed that morning without knickers…had felt hot and wet all day at work…hoping no one would notice…there was a man who sat opposite my desk who was always giving me the eye…and ducking under his desk to look at my legs…he was a strange fellow but even he excited young and beautiful me…I saw him amateurs duck under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my dress if he could…I opened my legs and let him look at my fanny…I was naughty but you should have seen the look on his face! He started to slit their throats. Just as soon as the first pulled away another took its place, driving its throbbing meat into the used pussy with pent up aggression, another sneaking in and taking a contorted position beneath Sunflower. “Come on.” She said, and college group started pedalling away from us; her butt sliding from side to side on the too big bike. Raj asked Sujata to write her story in her own words so that he will have material to build the story on. The journeyman, unlacing the tight, leather britches she wore, gave me a smile, “Why, testing if you are a Masterwork Craft. Oh and a hormone to help you ovulate, to help you get knocked up. "Fair enough." Slowly, with extreme reluctance screaming through her expression, Hannah forced herself to gulp down the piss in her mouth. But, in this case it certainly feeds our desire for and justification of this need being met. After about 10 minutes and 1 lean on a wall whilst I orgasmed, I came across an alley. the gondola is picking up speed as I fuck your mouth and throat faster and pulling your hair. “What are you talking about?” said Scott. Do you have a few minutes to chat?” Are you now her bitch?”