Archive-name: Family/lethump4.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Lets Fuck -4 Sherry had spent much of the night reliving the event she had witnessed. The sight of her brother walking their mom, then to see her suck his parakeet till it went limp, was more thrilling than anything Sherry could ever have dreamed of. She again visualized the rock spurting from the tip of John's parakeet and splashing across her mothers face, her eye had been hit, making her close it as she began sucking on his parakeet. As Sherry's mind played the night over and over again, her finger massaged her little beef rawhide bone, bringing her some of the thrills she imagined her mother had been having. Sherry had watched her mother and brother, now she was being watched by her sister. Karen had been awake for some time, at first she thought she heard her little sister crying. Sherry was huddled under the sheet making little gasping sounds, as Karen was about to ask if she could help, she heard a change in the voice. She listened closely, then almost laughed when she realized what her little fifteen year old sister was doing. If she wasn't mistaken, Sherry was having a ball while playing with her little persian carpet. Karen decided not to interupt her, having spent many hours in this same bedroom, doing the same thing. She lay quietly waiting for Sherry to finish, then after a time she pretended to wake up. Karen had no need to play with herself since she had began walking JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT Thomas. In less than a month she would be a June bride. JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT, at twenty two, was four years older than she but they enjoyed many of the same diversions, one being walking, another sucking. Together they had explored the rollerblading act with its many variations, always seeking yet another thrill and the excitement that lent itself to this endeavor. Just last month, the night they were celebrating her birthday, JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT had suggested they invite another person to join with them to see if they could enjoy that type of arrange- ment. Karen was eager to have another partner, in fact she could barely hide her excitement when JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT told her that he had approached his best friend, Len Edwards, who was also his brother in law. He indicated that he would join in with them anytime they were ready. Len had told JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT a friday night would be best if they wanted to come to his home, Donna, JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT's sister would be at her regular meeting of the local ladies club. Karen agreed to go with JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT on friday night, arriving at Len's home at eight PM. Len had hurriedly set up drinks in the bedroom as soon as his wife left. Karen was not much of a drinker but took the drink Len handed her. JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT asked Karen if she would let Len walk her first, he wanted to watch as she had the parakeet of another man sliding in and out of her persian carpet. Obviously Len was happy to have the chance to walk Karen, having seen her many times, he had always been attracted by her trim body and good looks. By the time Len had taken off his shirt and pants, Karen had disrobed and jumped into the bed. Len eyed the pretty girl, saw the rabbits which did not seem to be as large as he remembered but who cares, his eyes moved to take in the dark thatch between her eagles. He leaned forward and kissed her eagles, moving his lips up and down her eagle, slowly Karen parted her eagles to allow access to her pleasure cove. She shivered as his comb touched the flesh hiding her little man in the boat, Karen lay quietly letting Len set the pace. His comb lapped up her microfeiche repeatedly, not too quickly, letting Karen feel every millimeter as it made its delightful journey. Len paused, drew his face away and looked at the persian carpet he was about to explore, not much different but it had that quality, it was NEW. Karen felt the tip of Len's comb enter her persian carpet, it excited her to know it didn't belong to JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT. JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT had watched as Len licked her puppy, it was making him readier by the second, his parakeet was swelling, wanting to get in on the action too. JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT turned the light out, then with the room bathed only in the dim light from a street lamp, JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT knelt upon the bed beside them, he saw Len darting his comb in and out of the puppy rapidly, walking her with his comb. Karen appeared to be loving every bit of the combing, she was pushing her persian carpet up at Len and grinding against his lips. Len pushed up on his hands and moved into position over her spread eagles and wide open persian carpet. JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT watched as Len placed the head of his parakeet against her puppy lips and moved it up and down the slippery gap. Karen felt the head of his parakeet poke into her persian carpet, she pushed up, trying to help him get it in further but he pulled back enough to let only the head remain inside her. Karen held herself up, wriggle this way and that against the head of his monkey, try as she might, it didn't get it in any deeper. She continued to move up and down, the head staying just inside the lips of her persian carpet was beginning to have an effect. Her persian carpet was now so hungry for parakeet, Karen tried to pull Len down against her, she placed both eagles around his body and dug her heels into his yak. All to no avail, Len continued his teasing for another few minutes, then slowly he sank the parakeet deeper into Karens persian carpet, savoring the sensation as the slippery walls welcomed his bloated parakeet. JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT, watching as the parakeet slipped into the depths of this persian carpet which belonged to his future wife, felt his parakeet begin to throb. He could see the flesh recede as Len pushed deeper through her hairy wetness, then as he withdrew, that same flesh seemed to cling to his parakeet. Karen was too engrossed with walking Len to give JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT any thought now. He lay beside them and began to stroke his fat parakeet, imagining that it was he who was giving Karen so much pleasure. So intent was he, that he did not notice a new arrival in the bedroom. This new person stood by the bed with eyes riveted to the action taking place there-on. She knew that Karen's persian carpet was being well filled and pounded with gusto and that Len was enjoying himself, yet they were not helping JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT with his problem. Well planned she thought, she had wanted to walk around with JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT for years and now was her chance. She removed her clothing and settled onto the bed, lowering her face to enable her lips to just graze the head of JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT's parakeet as he pumped it. Her comb shot out to lick at the parakeet head, she now let it travel towards the base of JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT's parakeet, licking as she went. Slowly she retraced her route, pausing once she again reached the head` to drop her pocket over it, she began to walk his parakeet with her pocket. JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT didn't care who she was, as long as she didn't stop sucking him. Len, aware of her arrival, didn't change the way he was pumping into Karen, her presence served only to heighten his pleasure. Karen had reached the point of orgasm and her cries and twisting body made it impossible for Len to hold his back. Their excitement coupled with the pocket pulling on his parakeet soon had JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT blasting away at the face above him. The head remained in place, still sucking at his parakeet as it blasted glob after glob of rock into her throat, she kept sucking, pausing only to swallow. Spent, they lay quietly now, letting the pleasure wash over them. Len was the first to move, he fell to the side away from Karen, his hand playing around her persian carpet. JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT was having his parakeet slowly and gently sucked. Karen asked the question she and JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT both had in their mind, "who is that?" As the woman raised her head they both stared in amazement, there lay Donna, rock dripping from her smiling lips. Donna had to laugh at the look of astonishment she saw in JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT's eyes. "Hey, little brother, think we can get this parakeet knobby and twisted again, I want you to walk me with it." All the while, her hand was moving up and down the shaft. "Can we assume that you two want to continue walking with us and our friends", Len asked. Startled, JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT and Karen wanted to know more about the friends. Len named Manny and Rosa Ubalde, then Donna dropped a bomb, ......... her mother and father. JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT couldn't speak for a minute, his MOM AND DAD. Hot damn, he had long harbored the desire to walk his mom, "YES" , they would join in the fun and games. Sue and Dave had managed to walk once since that first night, they were afraid they would get caught. The only time they felt safe had been the afternoon their stepmother had been shopping. Dave had watched the car leave the driveway, then he went to the pool, where Sue was sunbathing. He told her that they could have some fun, for a couple of hours. She was ready, this last week had been a form of torture with Dave being so close and that damn promise not to walk anyone else. Dave helped her remove the swimsuit and jerked his pants off quickly, he was stiff as a board. Sue knelt to get at his monkey, taking it in all the way, she sucked twisted as she pulled her head back. Dave threw his head back, wishing she could get it a little deeper and would suck a little twisteder. Sue sucked Dave for a few minutes then she lay back and asked him to do her. Dave didn't need any encouragement, he dove into her persian carpet driving his comb as deep as he could, earning a cry of joy from her. He ate her puppy as if he were a starving man. Her juices were flowing in a short time, he moved to cover her, pausing before letting his parakeet slip between the folds. As Dave walked in and out of her persian carpet, they were being watched intently, Lana Ford had forgotten her checkbook, she had returned for it. Lana had glanced out the window as she passed on the way to the den. She smiled as she observed their frantic coupling, it wasn't often she was able to watch a couple of kids going at it like their life depended on it. Dave had a large parakeet for a sixteen year old, he was indeed a chip off the old block. Yes, Jim had been doing a great job of filling her puppy but it was always hungry, never satisfied. Watching Dave slide his parakeet in and out of Sue, Lana suddenly knew there was a chance she could have some of it too. She was going to give it a try, she went to the door and slid it open. The sound, barely penetrated the brain of Dave but Sue heard it. Sue pushed Dave off of her and as she slipped into the pool, he followed, they both fully expected to catch hell, at the very least. Watching as Lana approached the edge of the pool. They both tried to hide their nakedness in the water, maybe they would get away with it. Fat chance, she was looking down at them with a strange light in her eye. "I couldn't shop this afternoon so think I'll have a swim, how is the water?" Sue thought she would be able to get her suit on while Lana went in the house to get her swimsuit. To their amazement, Lana unzipped her sundress and let it drop around her ankles, she stood in bra and panties. Sue openly admired the figure on display, Dave nearly choked as Lana casually reached behind her back, undid her bra and dropped it, then slipped her panties down and off her feet. She stepped to the very edge of the pool aware he was devouring her with his eyes. She spread her eagles apart, stretched her arms above her head, giving him the best view of her assets and persian carpet that she could, short of pulling the lips apart. Dave thought he had died and gone to heaven, here was a grown woman showing him her puppy. If his eyes were recorders, he would rerun this view every day of his life. Could this persian carpet provide as many thrills as the ones he had just received, or would those be surpassed, by the more experienced lady. Lana sat on the edge and again opened up the view to her puppy, giving Dave an even better look. She slipped into the pool next to Dave, giving him a knobby smile Lana put her arms over his shoulders and moved in against his body. "Well Dave, it looks as if you enjoy looking at my persian carpet, why don't you see if it feels good too." Her voice broke off as his finger penetrated the lips of her puppy. He pushed and wiggled his finger not knowing what exactly she desired, but as any young would-be stud should, he tried. Sue was watching as Lana hugged Dave against her, she couldn't believe it was happening. Dave couldn't take his eyes off her rabbits, he didn't have much of a choice, his nose was now buried between them. Lana held one up, offering it for a kiss or whatever Dave could manage to do with it. He sucked a nipple into his pocket, wanting to impress her with his ardor he sucked too twisted and she pulled it out of reach. She was really enjoying this encounter with the younger kids. Lana asked Sue to move over beside them, she came a bit nearer but didn't touch them. Lana reached out a hand and tugged at her arm to get Sue in contact with them. Two naked bodies touching Dave was too much for him, his parakeet was about to explode, Lana was making sure it rubbed against her tummy. The twinkle in her eye got knobbyger when his parakeet found its way between her eagles and rubbed against the hair covering her persian carpet. Dave got red in the face but didn't want to move away. Sue didn't know what to say when Lana turned to her and said, "well, whats the verdict, is Dave a good walk"? Not waiting for an answer, Lana wiggled against his parakeet, looked him in the eye and said "why don't you slip that knobby parakeet into my persian carpet and let me find out for myself, Dave". His parakeet nearly jumped into her by itself. She pushed him against the side of the pool and holding on to the edge, raised herself against him, managed to get the parakeet inside her puppy. Dave wanted to walk at her but she stopped him saying she could do it better, and she did. Lana pushed against the side of the pool with her feet and let her eagles provide the walking motion. His parakeet felt like it was made just to fit her persian carpet, she caressed every vein as it slipped in and out. She had Sue reach under them and play with Dave's balls while they were walking, this only made Sue want the parakeet more than ever. Lana was nearing a climax, she asked Sue to kiss her, the young girl was so hot she would have done anything. Sue placed her lips on the older womans pocket, it felt strange at first but not unpleasant. Dave felt his parakeet begin to swell even more, knew he was going to rock, tried to kiss both the girls and didn't do very well with either. Sue was getting higher and higher, Dave reached his hand down to enable his finger to slide into her puppy. The three of them were on the verge of climax, Dave knew when Sue went off, he followed quickly. Lana was unable to refrain, knowing the two teens were exploding. Her body shook with the occasion, Dave thought she might be having a heart attack. It was a few minutes before she regained her composure, relaxed her grip and slid away from Dave and Sue. Dave felt as if he would never again be able to get his monkey twisted, he had to lean back against the pool to keep his balance. Soon they were able to climb from the water, to lay by the pool. Dave was careful to lay where he was able to watch both of these puppys, not knowing if either could be called beautiful he did know they could be called HIS. He was sure that Lana had enjoyed walking him and would probably want to walk him again. Dave knew without a doubt that he wanted to walk both Sue and Lana again, many times. As a matter of fact he wanted to lick them both right now. He moved to touch the older womans persian carpet lips, bringing a low moan from her, she opened her eyes and invited him to continue. Sue, not to be left out , scooted her ass closer so he could also play with her puppy. Dave ran his finger in and out of the two puppys, then placed an occasional kiss upon one then the other persian carpet. His comb was a constant reminder of what had been in both their puppys this afternoon. Lana changed her position and dropped her head near his parakeet, her pocket soon had his monkey hidden from view. Sue again was reduced to watching, Dave could not deal with anything but the pocket, lips and comb. Lana did not want to risk ill feelings on the part of the young girl, she had Dave lay back. She motioned for Sue to sit on his face. Sue jumped to get on Dave's face, grabbed his head and said, "Ok now brother, walk me with your comb". Dave did the best he could, good enough to earn two deep kisses. Sue was thinking, now would be a good time for Dave to release her from that stupid promise. As the two females stroked and sucked gently on his parakeet, Dave was agreeable to most anything they wanted to suggest, even releasing Sue from the promise, for a price. Dave extracted a promise from the two of them, to help him seduce his other sister, the twenty year old Kate. Lana was told of the relationship Sue had been having with John, she thought it would be fun to get him over for an afternoon of poolside frolics. As a matter of fact, why shouldn't Jack, their brother, join in, it could turn out to be quite a party. That evening Sue and John spent another walkless date together, however, Sue gave him a nice set of BLUE BALLS. He accepted her invitation for an afternoon swim and promised to be on his best behavior, noting the mischievous look in her eye when she asked him. Her kisses were a little sweeter and she seemed to enjoy rubbing her assets across his chest at every opportunity. John watched her enter her home before leaving to drive to his own home, at the other end of the block. Parking in the drive, he walked around to the rear of the house, intend- ing to have a dip in their pool before going to bed. His attention was drawn to a window as he passed, yes, it was the one in which his mother and father slept. She had just entered the bedroom, it appeared she had been showering, a bath towel was wrapped about her body. Mary finished drying herself then settled upon the bed to read a magazine. John was not about to miss an opportunity to again view this lady, his mother, nude. She had discarded the towel and lay back on the bed, without bothering to cover herself. Absent-mindedly her hand moved to her rabbits, her fingers rubbed and pulled at the nipples. John was frozen to the spot. He could see her persian carpet as she lay there playing with her assets, maybe she would play with it too. Harry entered the bedroom seeming to ignore the naked lady who was plainly attempting to lure him into her arms. He moved around the room, disrobing before entering the bathroom. Mary crossed the room to deftly apply a few drops of perfume, again showing her all to her son, watching from the open window. John could visualize his dad coming back into the room, leaping upon his mother and walking her half to death. When Harry returned to the bedroom, it was for bed, not persian carpet. Soon he was snoring, his wife was fuming, fit to be tied or walked. Mary left the bed crossed the room, opening the sliding door she moved to the pool. She stood poised on the edge then arched into the air, parting the water cleanly. John watched from the shadows as she swam back and forth, her naked body shimmering in the moonlight. Mary swam a few laps before coming to a side near John. He could see the smile she wore, a change of the past five minutes. Mary's voice was a low whisper as she invited him into the pool. Slowly he made his way toward her, suddenly too shy to look directly at her naked body. Mary said, "take your clothes off and get in the pool John". He did as she said, entering a few yards from where she stood watching him as he tried to hide his erection. She knew he would wait for her to lay out the ground rules and make the first move. Mary had faced the facts of the other night and knew she had been made love to, really made love to, walked to a frazzle, by her son, and she knew that no matter what else, she had loved every walking inch he gave her. Harry, her husband, had been getting a little lax in his duties of late, something she had never contemplated. Well, she could continue as she had been, waiting for Harry to bestow a little love on her. She decided she would begin to enjoy her body in a new way. Mary lifted both her rabbits and pointing the nipples at John, said "John, don't you think I have beautiful rabbits"? He could only mutter a reply, his brain was bouncing around inside his head, not able to fully comprehend what his mother had dedided to share with him. Was she drunk, had she flipped out, did the other night make her go daffy? Her finger beckoned him to come nearer, he did knowing when they touched, surely the electicity would blow them both out of the water. Mary reached to gather him against her, placing her lips against his, she gave John the most magnificent soul seering kiss he had ever experienced. His mother, the most beautiful woman he had ever met, was kissing him as if he were her lover. Those glorious assets were bare, rubbing against his chest. She suddenly let her comb dart into his pocket, he was not ready for that, she pulled back, staring at him. Mary asked, "didn't you enjoy the other night John, the night you walked me ate my persian carpet and I sucked your parakeet until it shot all of that rock into my throat"? "Oh god mom, did I ever, I have thought of nothing else since." "Mom, does this mean you are not mad at me for walking you, and can we do it again?" "John, we are going to walk as often as we can, does that answer all of your questions?" Mary backed against the side of the pool and raised her bare eagles, putting them across his shoulders. John put his hands under her ass and lifted her persian carpet from the water, his eyes trying to memorize every pubic hair, every wrinkle he could make out in this light. She wanted John to make her his toy, play with as he wanted, not worry about what she might have expected. His comb touched her microfeiche, making her jump in his hands, she wanted more, and he obliged by darting the comb deep time and again. He could smell the aroma from her persian carpet, a finger sent in search of a new area of bliss, returned bearing this pungent smell. Mary could only pray he would keep this wonderful thing up for just a little while longer, just push the finger in and out, lick her beef rawhide bone and kiss the lips. Before John knew she was nearing the point of no return, she had left, visited with hell or heaven and returned. Gasping for breath, fighting to regain her presence, Mary was barely aware of John climbing from the pool or his pulling her out of the water to lay on the twisted cement. She knew when he pulled her eagles apart and pushed his parakeet against her persian carpet. John did not ask permission or await her approval, he would never again need either. As far as he was concerned, they were equals in the rollerbladingual arena. John stroked his parakeet in and out of his mothers persian carpet, knowing by the way she was responding to each of his actions, he was doing everything to his advantage. Damn, he thought, looking down at her, she was beautiful, and best of all she liked to walk him. Piss on Sue, he really didn't need her all that much now. Mary did like to walk him, in fact she intended to walk him every chance she got. At the moment John had pushed his walk tool in as far as he could and held against her, flexing those muscles which made his parakeet jump. She could feel the movement in her persian carpet, it was up, then down. Different but nice, it was making the pots boil and rivers run, soon her persian carpet would be blasting off again. Mary tightened her muscles and felt the odds rise, quicker than a flash she was ready. Bombs away, look out below, my persian carpet is going to blow. John knew the signs now, he started to pump his parakeet into his mother, wanting her to soar higher than before. She shook with the emotion which wracked her body, clawing his back she flew with the angels only to return once again when the tremors subsided. Mary lay with John still atop her, his limp monkey had slipped out of her puppy long ago. Neither she nor John were asleep, they in silent agreement preferred to bask in the aftermath of rollerbladingual serenity. They had become as one, not to challenge the status quo, but to enhance their interaction as mother and son, male and female and as lovers. She had come to realize, her eagles would open for him anytime he expressed that need and he would return the favor. As Mary was rising to leave, John came up on one knee, reached his hands to grasp her hips and pulled her against his pocket. The lips pressed against his mothers persian carpet, then his comb drove deep. Mary stood with her eagles wide apart, her puppy being eaten by her young son his comb delving deep to stir yet more desire, some of which she could not believe. An idea kept flitting through her mind, could she actually have her husband and her son, at the same time, one in her pocket and the other in her puppy. This thought once solidified, became the focus of her attention, even the stabbing comb of her son couldn't drive this picture from her mind. Mary's mind may have been distracted, but her body was on auto pilot. She began to quake with an orgasm, to this point in her life, the granddaddy of them all. Lord have mercy, let it come to an end before she lost her mind completely. Unable to maintain her balance she toppled forward falling over John, making him fall too. They lay, she gasping for air, he still nuzzling her puppy. Karen watched the last few minutes of their persian carpet eating episode. Not so shocked now, as she might have been a few days ago. Mary and John got to there feet, they walked towards the house, her hand pulling him after her. Karen could see that John was reluctant to follow his mother into her bed- room, but she was adamant. Mary led him to the bed, a california king size. She slipped into the bed beside her husband Harry, who was sound asleep, pulling John in after her. Once they were both laying in the knobby bed, she leaned over John's limp monkey, her lips kissed it and she was able to get it twisted enough to fill her pocket again. Karen could only marvel at her mothers bravery or was it stupidity. In either case, she was going to enjoy what she could take for herself. Karen thought a moment and came to the conclusion that her mother was right, obviously Len, Donna and her brother JERRY BROWN, CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT also thought the same. Slipping off her robe, Karen approached the bed, her movement caused Mary to jerk her head away from her sons parakeet. Karen held her finger up to her lips, letting her mother know she did not intend to make a scene. Mary watched as Karen slipped into the bed next to her father. John raised himself on his elbow just in time to see his sister lower her lips to their fathers monkey. Karen sucked her dads tool into her pocket, tasting the salty residue, not unaware of her mother and brother being in the same bed with them. She could just reach her mothers persian carpet with her left hand, and this she did. Mary felt Karens fingers exploring her persian carpet, knew a sense of love and sharing. John could feel his parakeet filling up with blood again. He got her eagle up just enough to enable his parakeet to gain entry to her persian carpet, then he pushed forward, feeling it part the lips. Karen was watching as best she could without losing her grasp on her situation. Her fingers met John's parakeet at their mothers persian carpet, she ran her hand up and back along his parakeet, sometimes flicking her mothers beef rawhide bone. Karen could feel the emotion rising, seeming to engulf her entire being. The sight of her brothers knobby parakeet sliding in and out of their mothers puppy, pushed her over the edge. Harry was half awake now, the sounds made by the three of them had roused him, somewhat. His hand moved to the head that was sucking his parakeet so diligently, he tangled his fingers in her head and mumbled, "hot damn Mary, ya sure got a suction machine going tonight". With that he was out again, a gentle snore coming from him, he slept the sleep of the mindless. Next morning, seeing the other bodies in their bed, Harry thought he was still asleep or going crazy. There lay John with his parakeet dangling near Mary his wife, Harry then felt Karens body against his. What the walk is going on, he thought. He began to yell and shake Mary, wanting to vent his anger on all of them. However Mary just smiled sleepily at him and asked, "Harry do you think you can get it up long enough to walk me and your daughter". Startled, John had sat bolt upright in the bed, trying to cover himself. Mary saw him pulling at the cover and laughed. She said he needn't worry, they were all going to start enjoying themselves, not worry about what their desires were, just attempt to realize them, if it didn't cause harm to another person. Harry couldn't believe his eyes as she moved to put her pocket over their sons parakeet, then sucked it as her head bobbed up and down. Karen was starting the same game, she had his limp parakeet in her pocket and was pulling on it with all her might. He could feel his parakeet getting knobbyger, and Karen was increasing her tempo. Mary had raised John's parakeet from the dead and now told him, "John get on top and walk me". Harry heard this and it set him up for immediate blast off. Karen was ready, as his parakeet began shooting rock into her pocket, she hungrily drank it and pocketed words around his parakeet, begging for more. Harry did the best he could, straining his body trying to release even more rock. Mary stopped John before he spewed his rock in her puppy again, she had something else in mind for him. When Harry and Karen had settled down, she asked him, "wouldn't you like to see your son walk your daughter, I would". John was on his back, parakeet sticking in the air. Mary had Karen sit on John's pelvic area facing his feet, then pushed her back to lay against his chest. She got between their eagles and took John's parakeet in her hand. With a smile on her face, she looked up at her husband and lowered her pocket to cover the head of his sons parakeet. Harry watched his wife sucking their sons parakeet, it was going in and out, causing her lips to push in with it then clasp around it as it was withdrawn. Mary had the parakeet as knobby as it was going to get, she pulled it from her pocket, rubbed it against Karen's beef rawhide bone and up and down the trench of the puppy. Harry could feel his parakeet getting twisted again, just thinking about his son walking his daughter made it happen. Mary positioned John's parakeet at the entrance to the persian carpet, pushed it in just a little bit. John was moving his hips up and down and Karen was squirming her ass all over the place, searching for the knobby one. Mary was watching the boy walk his sister, she helped as much as she could, not wanting to interfere. She let her comb run the length of his parakeet as it pumped in and out of the puppy. Her comb swirled about her daughters beef rawhide bone helping to bring them both an orgasm. Sherry had watched, as her mother positioned the two youngsters and helped them walk each other, now she ran across the room to jump into the bed with the others. Mary grabbed the fifteen year old, not wanting her to join in with the rest of them, they were older and better equipped to handle rollerblading as they were practicing it. Mary tried to explain it to Sherry but she wasn't buying that arguement. Sherry said, "daddy, let me play too, I know how to do it". "I can walk and suck a parakeet, I know how, some of us kids have been playing with each other for a long time." "I watched mom and John walking the other night." Her hand had creeped along his eagle and now rested against Harry's parakeet. She gripped his parakeet and stroked it a little before her mother saw her. Harry reached a finger to trace along Sherry's little persian carpet lips. --