“Only on paper. xxx 18 Cindy and Marcia entered the kitchen together. She wasn’t tired anymore. Don’t lie, Carol, I saw you.”
“That’s different,” she laughed, “he’s not really my son; just one of my adopted sons.”
“Oh, and just what the hell are the girls to me?”
“Oh, Mike, where has the time gone? The Brady’s heard their Mother’s voice, rough and hoarse, tell the stranger to stick it in. His sister’s face was splattered with dripping cum. She squeezed Greg’s ass as hard as she could, desperately holding on as her climax built to a crescendo. She saw herself watching from the closet – a childish impulse – her sister, Jan, gripping her arm tightly. As he finished, Jan walked in. It was a very nice ass, Greg Brady thought, as he watched from two rows back.
