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Young Nephew

... and in her mouth. Vigorously pumping his long shaft with both hands, his sac tightening, Tristan grunted a final, deep grunt; his butt and tummy tightening as fishing line stream after fishing line stream of hot white cum jettisoned from the head and splashed across her face and breasts; hitting the back of her throat; and laying in streaks across her chin. Doris drew her fingers across her breasts and sucked the cum from her fingers. "Mmmmmmm, you taste so yummy," she purred. Then, looking down to assess the damage, she spread her legs and touched herself; wincing and sucking in air though her teeth with a difficult smile. "Such a good boy. Such an impossibly BIG boy," she beamed -- the recipient of more orgasms than she could count. "You absolutely owned my little pussy, sweetie. You really have ruined me for other men." With Tristan's spent monster now swinging heavily between his thighs, Doris reached out, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into bed with her. The pair of lovers rested in each other's arms, cuddling closely, intimately, until their mutual lusts were once again revived. They made love repeatedly, relentlessly, until the wee hours; collapsing, finally, from sexual exhaustion; eventually falling asl**p as a pair of loving spoons of flesh. They spent the remainder of their time in Spain together, as two people who have fallen hopelessly for each other are wont to do. As Doris gazed out at the clouds from her window seat won the plane home to Los Angeles, re-living the previous few weeks in her mind's eye, she smiled at one obscure memory in particular. Upon their return from Madrid, Grace had noticed that Doris, although positively glowing, winced every time she sat down or crossed her legs. When she asked her about it, Doris had offered only a silly answer with a smile: "Those young beach boys built like horses are going to be the ruin of me."