I couldn’t help but laugh when mom tried to feed Stormy and spilled some food on her tit. Then mom had to wash her up and take her to the bathroom.T...gether they got through Friday evening and even all day Saturday but then on Sunday Stormy was wondering what she would do during the day on Monday when mom was at work. That thought hadn’t really crossed anyone’s mind. Dad said that I could take care of her. Of course I objected to that but not as forcefully as Stormy did. So all day Sunday, mom. To rub my pussy. But again, I didn't want to scare him." So you ... you didn't ... cum?" Mike stammered out."No. But he did. Not long after, Ryan shot his load, with his other hand between my cheeks, fingering my butthole. I think it turned him on too."Jennifer looked closely at Mike and realized how much he was fidgeting in his seat. She looked over at the window to the atrium."Do you want me to um ... to close the curtains?" Why?" Well, I have a feeling that you're really getting into this. He looked out over the farmhouse. He was at his favorite vantage point, a few hundred feet up the side of a hill, behind the farmhouse.He was in a little grove his grandparents had planted, when they had first bought this place and the surrounding acres.Well, those acres had been eaten away over the years. Taxes were always increasing, and they'd had to sell off some land a couple of times, in order to get operating money during lean years.Though the portion sold most recently was the heavily. I was spun around to face them and pulled back over his face and pulled so that I now knelt on the bed in front of her. Our mouths met and she started passionately kissing me her tongue trying to pull my tonsils out. His hand found the crack of my ass and started playing with my anus.“FUCKKKKK” wifey had rammed several fingers in my dripping cunt and had started just frigging me like there was no tomorrow “OOHHH SHITTTT” I groaned as her other hand squeezed my tit in front of her.Riding his.