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Taboo Fetish Family Kink
Wickedly Wild Step Sisters
Weekend Of Wetness
My father was a rolling stone. Where ever he laid pipe was his home. The horn dawg had families in Los Angeles and North Carolina. He suddenly died of a massive heart attack while visiting the Bonnie Ranch, a well-known Nevada brothel.
His current wife has a memorial service here in Lake Norman, North Carolina, a wealthy suburb of Charlotte. This is where I met my stepsisters. Angel and Angie are my dad’s stepdaughters from his first two marriages.
I’m his bastard son from a one-night stand with my mother. Rebecca, my absentee mom, left me with the grandparents to raise. I’ve only seen pictures of the mythical figure.
Although I cannot muster up a tear for the demise of the Old Man, consoling my teary-eyed step-sisters becomes my modus operandi for the weekend.
The only trait Phillip seems to have passed on to his ill-begotten son is the ability to make the opposite sex fall head over heels in lust.
My cherry was popped by a neighborhood MILF the summer before high school. Tawanna taught me how to kiss lick suck and fuck like an American Giggilo.
As a six-foot-three, two-hundred-pound athletic bull; men women, as well as Transwomen, can’t resist my…
