Gagging, she pulled it out.“You like that Stephen?”“Yes Karen yes”“Call me Miss now, Stephen, I’m going to teach you everything I know”�...�Yes miss”“That’s better young man, let me show how an older woman can fuck like a whore” I was stiff watching this as Karen deep throated his cock once again. Up and down she went sounding like proper tart as Stephen grabbed the back of her head. Pulling it out she said,“No Stephen, if you want to come, you have to ask”“Please miss, can I come??”“Of course you. Please continue to enjoy the use of my brother’s house until it is time for you to leave.”Samuel grunted and bowed his head to Isaiah.“Walk with God in your hearts,” said Isaiah.“Walk with God,” said Samuel.“Walk with God,” said the others.Isaiah turned and walked away down the track towards his own house.The family held their positions until Isaiah and the rest of the group were out of sight. Then they all breathed out and relaxed. The withdrew inside the house. Samuel took the pitchfork. It was a very slow almost-but-not-quite fucking and it captivated her wantonness, her proclivity, and amplified her need. He had found her center and her thirst and while his attentions exhilarated her lust, it was like a sip of water to a thirsty animal…just enough to entice but not satisfy. The performance on stage had become secondary, almost non-existent, in her psyche. Only his touch, his orchestration of her body in minute detail became the music, the dance, the performance. Then, in. Each time she was getting wetter, and hotter, and more aroused, as his fingers slipped out and traced their way up her crack. As the wetness reached her asshole, she twitched yet again... SMACK!"Ha! Got you to move. I thought for a minute you'd conquered the urge to move..." he said. All the while his fingers were wandering, dipping into her dripping pussy, drifting over her cheeks, sliding between her cheeks, and back into her pussy, but only for a minute. "Now that we know you can wait shall.