Opening his eyes, he was able to gradually focus on the rafters high above. The sweet scent of hay met his nostrils as he continued to regain consciou...ness. He was in Master Corona’s barn. Then he remembered climbing the steep stairs to the loft.‘Why was I coming up here?’ Sy asked himself, sitting up and holding his head, pressing hard with both hands to relieve the pressure deep inside and behind his eyes.Then he remembered. A secret tryst with Lannie – she was supposed to follow when she. “What’s so funny?” Becky asked.“It’s like licking a rubber cheerio,” I told her before going back to licking her little ring and taking an occasional swipe at juices that were oozing from her pussy.“Stick a finger in my pussy,” Becky panted. “Get it wet so you can push it in my ass.”I pushed my index finger into Becky’s depths to gather up some of her lubrication, bringing a finger-full of the goo up to her little pucker, where I started to push my finger in. I could feel Becky’s ring flex. His body was in great shape after four days a week at the gym. His face was that of an angel in her eyes, considering the many times he had seemed to come to her need for a friend and knight in shinning armor. She felt her mouth, among other body parts, water at the thought of what might be behind those briefs, just waiting to be released. Deciding to play with him, Lisa reached up with one arm and grabbed high on the door jam and leaned on it. Her other hand reached up and clutched the thick. I have to beg your apology, you see.”Jack came back, still without a stitch, but with two mugs of coffee, steaming. “I used instant, and nuked it. But it's a fancy brand. Cream, I remembered for you, Grandma. Black for you, mom.”Libby accepted a mug, and got a good gander at Jack's genitals. “Jack,” she said, matter of factly, “don't be rude, or are you just showing off? Be a dear, and go to your room, let your mother and I chat a bit. Put some clothes on, for heaven's sake. Just cause.