It was just a maelstrom of powerful and conflicting emotions that was threatening to drown me. “How can you compare them.”
As he began washing himself Phile responded incredulously, “You telling Sabrina didn’t just do us both better than her mother did us when she was eighteen?”
“I’m saying they’re not comparable.” my dad explained calmly. XXX He was standing in front of us stroking his erect cock so I pushed myself back up with my hands on Daddy’s knees, smiled up at Uncle Phil, and then opened my mouth. Uncle Phil was fondling my full breasts as he repeatedly thrust into my little asshole, and each time I raised up with the in thrust, then sank back down as he pulled out, the two cocks thrusting alternately into my tight holes.




















