“Daddy’ I want you to cum in Emily’s tight pussy as I suck your balls and her clit” I said.Emily was bouncing on Mr J. I extended my tongue, w...ich was moving up and down Emily’s slit as she bounced on Mr J.Emily moaned."God, can't I have just one with you, daddy?”I asked."No, have to wait until I cum deep inside Emily’s pussy, I just enjoy pleasing a woman, when I see a nice pussy and fuck it, I have to cum in it before I fuck another pussy“ He smiled at me.I smiled back."Look, can you cum. When they are with me, they listen carefully. Uncle Don had told me, in front of the boys, not to waste time teaching them if they aren’t really interested. To the boys, it means they will be mucking out stalls more often if I feel they aren’t being attentive or taking what I teach them seriously.The fourteen-year-olds, Lacey, Katrina, and Tiffany, have the job of collecting and washing eggs. Once the eggs are washed, they are candled and packaged. The girls also feed the chickens, turning them. Her quiet moans revealed sensitivity.He heard noises. “Keep going,” she insisted. He felt a presence, heard steps, but felt the stare somehow. When he tried to turn his head she practically slapped it to keep him from looking. “Just keep doing what you’re doing,” she insisted.He felt fingers enter his anus. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed.She held his head and smiled. “Just relax.”Then he felt the push of something much thicker than fingers. He could tell it wasn’t real, not flesh and blood. When. Sliding her fingers in and out she pounded into her pussy like a jackhammer, with all the delicacy of a bull in a china shop. Although she looked pretty and proper most of the time she didn't like to have sex, she liked to get fucked, rough and hard without all of the romantic crap that the media said she should enjoy.As her hole loosened as she became more excited she slipped a second and then a third finger inside, stretching her tender pussy to the limits. A low moan escaped her lips despite.