Every year since we were five, Josie and I had spent August with our Dad at his lonely shack in the panhandle. It was quiet, humid, and hot as all hell there, but it was by far the best month of every year. And this would be the last. We’d always worked hard to make Dad a present to hold him cumshot over emotionally until we saw him again. One year, it was a collage of construction-paper flowers. Another, it was Hardcore a movie we’d made on our laptop, featuring us fighting stuffed animals in a cardboard space ship. Last year, it blowjob was a thai vase we’d spent weeks making in pottery class. “What should we get Dad this year?” Josie had asked me a month ago. “Shit, I don’t know.” I sighed, “What do adults give their parents? A nice card?” “Dads love beer, right? I can call up Thomas and have him buy us some lagers or something.” “You think Dad would be cool with that?” I raised a brow, “I know he’d pretend to be, but he’d probably worry about where we got it.” She gave me a frank look, spinning in her office chair away from her laptop. “I’m sure Dad drank in high school, Kelsey. It wouldn’t be some great mystery to him.” “Yeah, but every time we see him, we’re a year older. He still thinks of us as the awkward nerds we were when we were seventeen, and now…” I gestured to the clothes teen were wearing, the tight skirt and tanks that exposed our midriffs. “If we’re too different, it’ll make him feel like he missed everything, and you know that’s his worst fear.” “Yeah.” Josie sighed, looking up at the picture of Dad. She chewed on her lip, and typed on her keyboard. A second later, sound blared from her speakers, the slap of flesh on flesh, the moans of a woman being given what she deserves. I pedaled my feet against the floor, rolling my office chair across the room to sit beside her. Without even thinking about it, we slipped our hands into each other’s pants, and slid our fingers where they belonged. “No Johnny Sins this time, huh?” I laughed breathily, “You done with your bald guy fetish?” The eighteen-year-old futa was feisty. I walk over to Jennifer. if im sharing her with anothet man, it might as well be Mark. It was just so boring. He coated us in his hot spunk. The shoes were super-sparkly and would shine like diamonds in the bright lights surrounding the stage. Instead, it was Lee, our half-sister. Lena giggled softly and gave blowjob her one last squeeze Hardcore before letting go, “Sorry love, you just always look like you need a cuddle.” She screamed at him. Was it just a one-time thing? Rekha: "As a customer, are you satisfied?" He had done all with one hand, the teen “birthmark” still clutched in the other, then with his free hand he took hers and drew her to lie on the table. “I especially like punishing my mother.” Constance looks up at me with her small smile on her face. "And I kinda heard you on the toilet a week ago or so, so I knew you were into me… like that." Why are you crying?” she asked them. "I was going to say 'ejaculate,'" John insisted, as he attempted to insert both his ring finger and his middle finger up into Trish's vagina. He He He” and they went into the bedroom. I’m going to practice later thai anyways… I’m late for my next class, but seriously… Who really gives a shit? Between the dog's abusing my asshole and John abusing my balls, I was in bad shape. Lorlei was first. Uncomfortable.” I cumshot have seen her birth control pills. Only the huge pulsing knob remained lodged inside my mouth.