She was a real whore and drank my juice, and gliding her pussy forcefully on my face. After few minutes, she also ejaculated her very precious pussy j...ice on my face, and I was gladly dong the honor by cleaning her pussy and ass.Now I turned her around, and told her to drive my cock. She eagerly sat on my dick, and started pounding on it. Oh my God! She was jumping on my cock. It was so good. She was smiling naughtily, and fucking me. I was doing nothing, but only watching her. The scene was. I know I loved both boys. Brad came to us one evening after Scotty had gone upstairs. "Mom and Dad, can I have anything I want for my seventh birthday?"I answered, "Of course you can within reason. What would you like?" Dad, I want to get my name changed to yours. There are a whole bunch of kids named Clark in school. I want to be different. I want to be a Rumford and I'll be the only one." What about Scotty? Does he want his name changed too?" No, he wants to still be a Clark."I looked at. And who knew what could happen in the future, during the minimum six more years of school ahead of us, if you counted medical school?"What's your schedule look like next quarter?" I asked with feigned casualness."I've got Biology 280, Chemistry 275, and Western Civ 101."I raised my eyebrows. "Western Civ ... isn't that the 'sociology for jocks' class?"She nodded a bit sheepishly. "It's a distribution credit thing. It's in the social sciences college, and I have to have five more 'social'. I dreamt that I was hanging by my arms over a dark pit. I didn't know what was down below. I knew the first part was because Mr. Grayson put me on his wall but I wasn't sure about the pit.He answered the door in his robe again."Hi, Mr. Grayson," I said anxiously."Hello, Brittany."He let me in."Well?" he said."Uh ... what?" I said."Why are you still dressed?" Sorry," I stammered, rapidly removing my clothes."Sit on the couch," he instructed next.When I sat, he dropped to his knees in front on me.