Suzanne, Chris and Andy began reminiscing about holidays when Chris and Andy would be home from college and my wife was just out of high school. They ...egan to talk about the games they would play in the basement of their old house. One of the games they played turned out to be spin the bottle. Chris said, "Suzanne, you know if we hadn't played spin the bottle, you would never have learned anything about sex." Suzanne just giggled and said, "Oh yes, I learned a lot from that game." Now, hearing. She stuck her little pink tongue out and moved closer until my dick slid in. She gagged a little and pulled back out. My dick was all wet from her saliva because she gagged, but I was fine with that. “It’s too big!”, she said. I comforted her and made her feel better so she tried again. This time was better and she got most of it in – I was pretty surprised that she was able to almost get the whole thing in. She was moving her head up and down now. Slurp, Slurp, Slurp. She was using a lot of. She needs to see him up close. She needs to hear his voice to see if it too is like she imagined. Most of all, she doesn’t need her father or her mother to see her doing it. So she places the bucket on the ground softly and slips around to the other side of the pen. It takes her a little maneuvering and a bit of time, but luckily when she gets a respectable distance from the man, the trio is still there. Her father is giving him instructions, telling the man to listen to what Randy, the other. I knelt in front of her, staring straight at the zipper. I tugged the zipper down and started licking and sucking her cunt. She was wet and pungent. She smelled like heaven and tasted like the wanton woman she is. I slobbered over her cunt. I stuck my tongue deep into her ass. She groaned. I reached up and untied her top. I caressed her breasts. I stood up and slowly put my prick in her, just above the zipper. The zipper was like a sex toy. Every time I would push into her it would bump against.