Kay Parker - American Vintage

One side wanted peace and common sense, wanted me to wake up and see that these girls were my sisters . The other side wanted me to rip their pants off and give them the cock I knew they wanted. And, honestly, I wasn’t sure which side was winning. I had gone to bed early that night. I needed time cumshot to rest and think. I'd seen both of my sisters tits in the course of a day. As a matter of fact, it had been more like five hours . When I woke up in the morning, I didn't want to get out of bed. I wanted to sit in there all day, and never see the girls again. My dreams were dashed when my door flew open. It was Jax. "Wake up, sleepyhead! Breakfast is ready!" she said, smiling, before closing the door. I shook my head, annoyed. It would be just like her, to act like nothing had happened. I suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over me. How can I talk about them like that? I love them... just, maybe not the way they love me. I got up and threw a pair of shorts over my boxers. Luckily, the girls didn't barge in while that was happening, otherwise we'd all be even. I walked out of my room. Sighing, I closed my eyes and cum cleared my head. I'm going to at least Hairy try to make things normal again. When I walked into the kitchen, the vintage girls were at the table already. They looked over at me and started giggling, sharing knowing glances. Confused, I walked up to the table and stopped dead oral in my tracks. The girls had made me breakfast. Two pancakes. With a chocolate chip in the middle of each one... almost looked like a... I threw my arms in the air and paced the room. “Unh” I gasp and I look down and grip the chair while Phil vigorously fucks me with short cum strokes right at the entrance to my pussy. “This cumshot is why I wanted all of us to look at this room together and make sure we are all comfortable with vintage us playing here,” I tell them. She nuzzled against me, her lips on mine. “It's done. My eyes then shot open wide with what I saw next. I had to use the opposite gender's facilities. Hairy My wife was gay? “Do it from behind, so we can watch.” she opened her mouth as oral wide as it would go, and took the head of my cock “Stefani!” She didn’t ask anything about the barn, just took him up into her arms to comfort each other through the night. Next, she secured Tina's legs to the stirrups and bending down under the table adjusted the stirrups so Tina's legs where almost at a 90 Degree angle but with her knees still bent.