She Moms and Boys was fetching in a slight magenta number, translucent enough to see much of her body, if you looked closely.she barked, her cunt squeezing down on my dick.Her tongue darted around my urethra, licking at my folds.I shrugged.You never have to apologize to me for that stuff sweetheart, I should apologize for even asking that of you, John said reassuringly.Her big brown eyes gazed at him sadly.Ha ha!Pleasure rippled down my shaft as she bobbed her mouth.He told me he promised himself granny he would kiss it after he fucked me for the fist time.Dale!I grab the sheets as quickly as I can but I know she’s seen all.Would that be okay with you Pete?It was a bit of long awkward silence as our family dynamics had changed forever and I was at a loss as to what to say.The hail thundered down around me, the size of pebbles and growing larger. Dennis slid open the glass door of his quiet home and stepped into the heavily wooded backyard. It was a crisp fall Saturday as Dennis surveyed the many layers of fallen leaves that covered his yard. The chilly air cooled his lungs as he took a deep breath, examining the work in front of him. He had been putting off raking for weeks now, but as all granny the trees were almost bare, he had talked himself into getting it done this weekend. Dennis trudged across his lawn through the leaves to the shed. He flipped the latch and retrieved the rake he had bought his first year in this house when he was faced with his first fall. He had moved into this, his first house, a few years ago, that autumn had been quite the surprise for him as he realized the true cost to owning your own house. His backyard was littered with trees, which were great in the summer because the yard was shady, keeping it pleasantly cool even when the temperature was unbearably high. The consequence to having such a shady backyard was obviously a yard caked in leaves come fall time, as Dennis had learned the hard way. His friend had suggested he try a leaf blower, but that wasn’t really Dennis’ style, they made too much noise and if he really thought about it, raking wasn’t too bad. Well, not when you rake the way Dennis raked. He took a Moms and Boys sip from the travel coffee mug he had brought out with him, filled with a fresh cup of coffee and a few shots of whiskey. Dennis had learned quickly that drinking made raking a lot more tolerable. Dennis was just sinking his rake into the corner of his yard when he heard the screeching of a poorly oiled door sliding open.