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"Mamma, dear," said Frank, withdrawing his prick after another ecstatic spend, "do you know what you are doing?" She answered immediately, "Yes, my darling children, your delicious fucking and gamahuching have made me feel all the delights of heaven mature women love sucking big cock itself." Yet her eyes were closed, and there was no doubt of her being still under mature women love sucking big cock the mesmeric influence. "Is there anything else you would like, dear Mother?" asked Frank. "I should like to suck my dear boy's prick, whilst Ethel frigs me again," she murmured. Frank at once presented his half-stiffened cock to his mother's lips, whilst Ethel, kneeling down between the maternal thighs, ashley tisdale hottest porn fakes big cock rolled her lascivious tongue in delight round that splendid clitoris and within the serrated nymphae which guarded the entrance to the temple of love, whilst her nose revelled amongst the beautiful chevelure of a most glorious mons Veneris, and inhaled all the sweet odours of that Cytherian region, which always has maddening effects on the votaries of gamahuching. She was too occupied with her tongue to frig her mother's cunt, but postilioned her luxuriously with two fingers in her bottom-hole; Mamma all the while was sucking the prick and caressing the balls of her son, as mature women love sucking big cock he fucked her in the mouth. At last english matures sucking cock they were too exhausted to carry their ideas any further for the time, and having wiped their mother and removed every trace of her mature women love sucking big cock defilement--and allowed a little time for the blood to cool in their veins--she was placed in her former position in her chair, her dress readjusted, and then Frank, with a few passes, brought her back to consciousness, after which they all soon retired to rest. Etheridge did not appear, having a severe headache, doubtless (although she knew it not) the result of the operations of her children on her body the previous evening. Etheridge proposed a walk, to which his children readily assented. After strolling about for upwards of an hour they directed their steps to the summer house, of which mention has been before made. Both Frank and Ethel had been more than usually affectionate in their manner to their father this particular afternoon, and the latter had more than once brushed accidentally with the back of her head against the front of her father's trousers, and on the last occasion distinctly felt his prick, which was evidently in a slightly turgid state, and his trousers also slightly projected in the most interesting place. Ethel's breath shortened and her voice was slightly thick and husky with mature women love sucking big cock a strange tremulousness in its tone, as she felt a curious and unnatural sensation stealing over her that she could not define even in her own thoughts. Frank also seemed strangely excited, and occasionally pressed his sister's bubbies behind his parent's back. He also took every opportunity of pressing against his father.

When they sat down to rest Ethel noticed that her father appeared drowsy, and he lay down on the couch. Presently his eyes closed, and he seemed in a deep sleep.

On looking towards her brother she saw he was making the mesmeric passes with his hands. In a few moments he rose, and approaching his sister, said, "My darling, Papa is now entirely unconscious of what he does, and entirely under my control; we will secure the door, and then you shall suck the author of your being till his noble prick spends in your mouth." He appeared almost mad, and Ethel remained for the moment almost spellbound--her feelings were too much for her. "Now, Ethel," continued her brother, "you can do what you wish, do not lose time!" Aroused by his words, she approached her father and knelt down by the side of the couch. He was lying on his back, with his thighs slightly separated.

Taking hold of his legs she gently extended them still further, and his prick could be seen reposing on his left thigh. Ethel tremblingly unfastened the buttons from waist to fork; then, gently removing his shirt, she saw before her her father's lovely prick. It was an exquisite object, purely white, streaked with delicate blue veins, the loose skin almost covering the head of it.

His balls were hanging gracefully beneath, and fine silky hair surrounded the whole of his privates. She touched the prick, and even ventured to place her fingers round it; and as she did so its substance increased. She gently pushed the skin up and down, it throbbed and grew harder and stiffer every moment, till at last it was proudly erect, standing against his spotless belly, as white as ivory and as hard as a bar of iron. She lay her cheek lovingly on his thigh and kissed the point of it, and then took it between her lips, while with her fingers she tickled his balls, which were now hard and tight in their receptacle.