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Chapter Three
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Sally needed no light to finish the tasty task-taste, touch and
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scent were more than enough. Her tongue splashed into a tide of juices as
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she stabbed it up Mary's slot and her lips sucked hungrily. Her mouth
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filled with cum, she gulped it down, and more flooded her mouth.
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Sally sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked.
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Mary cried out as the crashing waves soared to the highest peak,
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each spasm rushing upon the next, then merging into one tidal crest. Her
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clit was exploding like a stick of dynamite and her cunt core melted.
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"Ummm-ummmmm-ummmmm," Sally purred, as she ingested the succulent
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incest oil.
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Her busy tongue whisked and flailed and her hungry lips gulped and
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gurgled. Mary's cunt was so flooded now that her sister's tongue was
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floating as it delved up into her slot, like a raft in a bubbling swamp.
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Her face slid around, coated with cream from forehead to chin.
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Mary shuddered and shook, then dropped back across the bed, gasping. Her
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sister kept on lapping away, licking the platter clean and nursing the last
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drops of Mary's hot juice out from the soaking slot.
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"More-don't stop-feed me more-" Sally begged, the words muffled on
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cunt and bubbling in the sodden echo chamber of her sister's loins.
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Mary twitched with one last spasm and Sally greedily milked the
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final seepage out and drank it with relish. She licked a bit longer,
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gathering up the errant pussy juice that had escaped into Mary's asscrack
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and down her thighs. Then she raised her head, her jaws dripping.
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The lights were out, but the room flashed into alternative
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brilliance and darkness as the lightning forked and branched outside the
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window. Mary's lush body glowed like marble as the storm flashed, then
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sank into soft shadow. Sally sat back, licking her drenched lips.
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"Ohhhh-that was lovely," Mary purred.
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"Wanna cream again?" greedy Sally asked.
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She was perfectly happy to spend hours feeding between those golden
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thighs.
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But Mary giggled and rasped, "No-not yet. I wanna do you now, Sis.
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My fucking tongue is so hot that I think it's gonna melt!"
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Sally grinned happily and slid back onto the bed. She leaned over
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her sister, fat tits swinging like overripe fruit ready to be plucked. She
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kissed Mary on the lips and slipped her tongue out, letting Mary whet her
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appetite as she tasted her own cum on her sister's tongue.
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"Ummmm-sit on my face, Sis-" Mary sighed.
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She had been sucked off so dynamically that her body felt lazy.
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She wanted to relax there on her back, using only her mouth as Sally rode
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in the saddle of her face.
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Sally was about to mount that golden head, but then she paused.
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When she was eating pussy, her head buried, she needed no illumination, but
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when her sexy sister was sucking her off, Sally liked to be able to see the
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juicy details, the sight of sibling sucking enhancing the sensation.
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"Wait a minute-I wanna get a candle," she said.
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"You gonna fuck me with it?" Mary giggled.
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"I might. But first I'm gonna light it so I can watch you gobble
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my cunt."
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"How romantic," Mary sighed.
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"Yeah-cuntlapping by candlelight!" Sally chirped, and both pussy
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eaters laughed.
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But there were no candles in the guest room, so Sally had to go
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down to her own bedroom to get one.
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"Shit," Jordan mumbled, when the lights went out.
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He sat there, his hard-on hammering away in his pants. If he took
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it out, he figured it would be smoldering so brightly that it would light
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the room. He waited, hoping the electricity would come back on. If it
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didn't, he would have to find a candle.
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He knew there were none in the study, but he remembered there was
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one in a candlestick holder in the television room. He decided he would
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wait a few minutes and if the lights stayed off he would grope his way to
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that room.
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Tabby was annoyed when the television faded out. She had been
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looking at a particularly handsome actor as she played with her cunt and
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had been just about to cum. She needed to finish the job, but Tabby didn't
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like to frig off in the dark. She always got a real kick out of watching
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her cum when it spilled out of her pussy.
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Then she remembered the candle right beside her. She lit it and a
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warm, golden circle of illumination spread out from the burning wick.
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But the angle was wrong. The candle lighted her face and tits, but
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left her crotch in shadow.
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The nubile girl placed the candlestick holder down on the floor,
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turning toward it. That was better. The soft circle of candlelight
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perfectly cast itself onto her slim, sleek thighs and fluffy mound.
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She spread her legs and admired her soaking cunt, feeling really
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randy now. The evocative candlelight was even better than the television,
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she figured.
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Gazing at her cunt, she fingered her tits and pulled at her stiff
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nipples, enjoying the preliminary caressing. Cunt juice oozed from her
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slot, looking like melted pearls seen by the light of the room.
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The sexy little nymphette sighed and moaned. She ran her
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fingertips up the hot insides of her thighs. Her cuntslot rippled, opening
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into a wide oval and revealing the darker inner lips, all streaked with
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nectar. Her pink clit was standing out like a stump in a swamp.
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She ran a fingertip up her cunt and whimpered.
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She brought that slimy finger up to her mouth and licked at it,
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then sucked it into her lips and nursed on it as if it were a little prick.
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Tabby adored the taste of her own cuntjuice and had often wondered what it
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would be like to suck off another girl's creaming cunt. Tabby was
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certainly not a lesbian and she wondered why it was that the thought of
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giving head to a girl made her so horny?
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It never dawned on her that she might have inherited her
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cuntlapping inclinations from her mom.
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Squirming deliciously in the chair, Tabby began to work on her
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pussy with both hands. She stroked her cuntlips and fondled her clit, her
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ass and hips jerking sinuously. Then she tilted her wrist and began to
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fingerfuck up into her cunt with one hand while she used the other to pull
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and roll the tingling bud of her clit.
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Cunt cream soaked her fingers and pooled up in her palms. Her
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pussy was burning hotter than the candle. She thought she might blister
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her fingers as she shoved them up her volcanic cunt. She bunched all four
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fingers together and frigged in knuckle-deep, wriggling them around inside
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her tunnel of lust.
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She drew them out and sucked on them, her tongue sparking as the
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delicious flavor of cunt juice soaked into her tastebuds. Her hand went
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down, slathered with saliva and dripped into her pussy. Then it came back
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up to her lips, milky with cunt juice, and slid into her mouth.
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Her clit felt ready to explode. Enjoying this candlelit handjob so
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much, Tabby didn't want to end it too soon. She neglected her clit for a
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moment, concentrating on her steaming cunt. She spread the pink lips open
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wide and shoved her fingers in and out, gasping.
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She couldn't hold it back.
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The depths of her cunt were already starting to dissolve and her
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clit felt like a blasting cap. She frigged in and rubbed the button again.
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"Ohhhhh," Tabby moaned, as lust lanced through her.
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She whipped her ass on the cushion and her heels drummed on the
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carpet. She arched her back, hiking her belly up as her cunt foamed on her
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hands.
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Her cunt was melting around her fingers like the wax candle around
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the flaming wick. Her clit went off like a machine gun and each time it
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exploded more juice seeped out into her tunnel and poured down the tube,
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frothing like soapsuds from her steaming cunt.
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Wave after wave ripped through her and spasm followed spasm through
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her belly and groin. She seemed to hover at the crest for a very long
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time, her whole nubile body shaking. Then, with a moan and a sigh, she
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slipped from the peak and sank back into her chair, with a dreamy smile on
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her face.
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She rubbed and stroked a bit longer, to make sure she was finished,
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then she licked her sticky fingers, finding the flavor of her cum even more
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scrumptious than the initial seepage had been. It was hotter and thicker
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and creamier. Her eyelashes fluttered. She didn't suppose that she would
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ever really get a chance to suck a pussy, but if she did she was damned
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well not going to stop until it had creamed in her mouth and she got to
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drink the precious cum nectar. Tabby sucked her fingers clean and lapped
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up the milky puddles from her palms like a hungry kitten slurping cream
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from a saucer.
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It had been a lovely cum, but the sexy little teenager still felt
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randy. She guessed that maybe she was getting too old to be satisfied by
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her own hands. Maybe it was time that she started fucking, she thought.
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And, at that thought, her pussy flared again, as hot as it had been
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before she'd frigged off.
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Tabby grinned, feeling very naughty.
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She decided to frig herself off again.
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As Tabby fingered herself downstairs, her brother was in the midst
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of a cockmeat-beating session in his parent's bedroom. Roger had pulled
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the dresser drawer out and fingered through the sexy lingerie, seeking a
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cum cloth. He held a pair of fragrant panties up to his face and inhaled
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deeply, cherishing the lingering perfume of his mother's crotch.
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He licked a big-cupped bra and rubbed his prick in a pair of nylon
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stockings. His knob was beginning to dribble but with so many erotic
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garments from which to choose, Roger couldn't make up his mind where to
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spill his spunk.
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He sucked on a bra, pretending it was his mom's tit on which he was
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nursing. He stretched a garterbelt over his cock and twanged it, making
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his stiff prick hum. He licked the narrow crotchband of a pair of lacy
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black panties, slobbering into them where they had been pressed to his
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mother's pussy.
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Then the house was thrown into darkness.
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But Roger could still see the contents of the drawer as the
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brilliant lightning flared at the window. He bent down and buried his face
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into the aromatic undergarments, drooling and sniffing and licking. Unable
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to make a selection, the horny youth decided that he would jack off right
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there at the open drawer, pumping his fuckjuice in a milky flood right into
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the tangled midst of all that exciting lingerie. The thought that his mon
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would be wearing the stuff, not knowing it was coated by his slime, drove
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him wild. He imagined her squirming into a pair of those tiny little
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panties, drawing the crotchband into the vee of her groin. His congealed
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spunk would liquefy again in the heat of her cunt! His jism would be
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soaking right into his mom's pussy! She would fit her fat tits into a
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bra-and her big nipples would be sliding in his spunk!
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Crazed by his incestuous fantasies, Roger folded his fist around
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the hilt of his booming prick and, aiming the knob into the open drawer,
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started to jerk off.
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He lean body jerked as he fucked his fist.
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And, standing by the dresser, Roger was silhouetted against the
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window, where the lightning repeatedly flashed with such electric violence.
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Anyone standing in the doorway would have seen only his outline, in
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profile, against the window.
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Which was just what his mother saw when, looking for a candle, she
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entered the room.
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End of Chapter Three.
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