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Weekend Cumming, Part I   Coming into the house I heard my mother on the phone, “Sure, come on up to night and you all can spend the weekend.” I stopped in my tracks, to see if I could figure out who she was talking to. “No, of course not, they wont mind if they do, I’ll beat them.” With that she laughed. “Well ok, we’ll see you all then in about four hours, love you too.” “Who was that?” I asked as she hung up the phone. “That was Karen. Their coming up for the weekend.” My oldest sister was coming with her husband, and their kid’s. “Where is everyone going to sleep?” I asked her as she sat down in her seat at the dinning coffee, and resumed playing solitary. Taking a drag off of her cigarette, letting the smoke drift out of her nose. “You all will have to share the bed’s, sleep two, maybe three in each or on the floor.” she looked at me putting her cigarette in the ashtray. “You all decide that.” “But, mom.” I started to say, but Escort esat she gave me one of them looks that said enough, and that was enough. I shrugged and went to my bedroom. Jim hadn’t gotten back from school yet, he had a extra period than I did. I looked under his mattress and found the latest issue of Big Double D’s, He liked women with huge breast, myself I like them all. Breast was breast to me. As pussy was pussy. Large ones, small ones, medium ones. I remember this one magazine he had brought home of nothing but pussy shot’s, full page’s. Some looked like they was a hands breath, meaning you could stick your whole hand inside them. Other’s looked like the hole wouldn’t take more than a finger. As I looked at the pitcher’ s, my mind started thinking of my niece’s. I felt a twinge at the base of my cock, as it started to get hard. I closed the magazine, and laid back on my bed closing my eyes. etimesgut escort Kelly she’s sixteen years old now. I remember the last time I saw her, she was barely showing any breast at all. My cock twitched again, straining to be free of it’s cramped confinement. I reached down into my pants and pulled my cock up, then slid my hand down my shaft. Thinking back on the time that I saw her older sister. We had been camping, and I went into the tent to get some tanning lotion. As I opened the flap there was Darla with her bottom naked. She was changing into her swim suit. I got a good look at her dark black pubic pussy. She was bent over starting to put one foot into the leg hole. Her pussy was all exposed to my feasting eye’ s. She screamed at me, then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. “What do you want, you little pervert:?” I looked at her, her breast heaving up and down. I got bold, etlik escort bayan “Pervert?” I asked, then said it again. “Pervert?”. I reached down and unzipped my pants, reached inside and pulled my cock out. Her eyes flew open as I held it out for her to see. “Now whose the pervert? I saw yours, now your see mine.” She stood there, her mouth opened as if she couldn’t believe I was acting this way. I walked over to her, picked up one of her hands and placed it on my cock. I didn’t have to wrap her fingers around it, she did it automatically. She slid her fingers up and down my hard shaft. I leaned forward and kissed her, driving my tongue deep into her mouth. I felt her fingers tighten up on my cock as I wormed my tongue around and around hers. My right hand came up and cupped her left breast. Squeezing the flesh, and the bathing top, I slid my hand into the top. As she continued to stroke me. She was kissing me back now, as I tweaked her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Rolling it around then squeezing the soft flesh. Pulling my mouth from hers, I looked down at her hand on my cock. She did too, that is when she released it. I pulled my hand out of bathing top. Reached down and slid my hand up between her thighs.

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