1. Stepmother's Bed


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Martin Reardon was glancing back and forth between his son and daughter. &#034Denny, you look a bit pale,&#034 he said. &#034You need some of our Oregon summer sun. As for you, Joyce, I don't think I could suggest any improvement at all! You--you're simply ravishing!&#034 Denny didn't like the way his father was drinking in his s****r's lush, ripe body. He helped his father with the luggage, and then the four of them walked chatting excitedly to the parking lot and got into Martin Reardon's new Volkswagen van. Five minutes later, they were driving the freeway toward Walden Flats. Martin Reardon spoke of the changes that had taken place since Denny's visit last year. The freeway system had been extended, he said, and there was a new shopping center on the edge of town. Denny felt disappointed at the changes. He had looked forward to driving the rural, winding roads he remembered to Walden Flats. He asked his father to take a cut-off which would take them through the center of the small town. His father agreed. As they drove, Denny was glad his father had changed so little. His father looked a trifle dissipated, true, but Denny was proud of his father--his popularity in the town, his bearing, his carriage. Everyone in Walden Flats seemed to know and respect him. He still possessed a great sense of humor and he stood tail and straight, the way a chiropractor should, Denny thought. Very possibly, the people whose necks he cracked and whose pulled muscles he treated, laughed as ...
    they exited his office. Even now, confident and erect behind the wheel, he kept them all laughing as he related stories about patients he had treated. Dr. Martin Reardon, Denny thought. He liked the sound of the title, even if chiropractors were thought by many to be quacks. Really, Dr. Martin Reardon was in semi-retirement and, at forty-three, enjoying life to the hilt and pleased that Walden Flats had remained small and provincial. He didn't care about making a lot of money; he just loved the Oregon weather, the land, the people, everything. Joyce kept leaning over the seat and planting big kisses on her father's ruddy cheek as he drove. As they cruised through the main street of Walden Flats, Martin Reardon pointed out his office to Joyce and told her she could drop in anytime for an &#034adjustment.&#034 Glancing over his shoulder, he said, &#034You don't even have to make an appointment, hon.&#034 They all laughed, and when they had sputtered and spasmed to silence again, Denny nudged his s****r and pointed at the town square, an old-fashioned building atop a grassy knoll that had been converted into a movie theater. &#034The road to Landon Pond is just behind it,&#034 he told Joyce, and he shivered with excitement, remembering the good times there. He asked his father if the pond was still the same. &#034Pretty much,&#034 Martin said. &#034The fishing's been good, they say, and it's supposed to be a little deeper. Oh, Denny, I saw Rex and Ray in town the other day. Told ...
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