Most of the bottom-land bitches what wear fancy store-bought undies trap their men-folks by sticking they who-zit and they nasty heinies right under t...ey noses until they pop the question. The women-folk on the mountain wait till a special day each year to track down and snare us a nice poke-stick to share in a soft bed when the moon is shining just right.The last few months, I been tending the hillside corn squeeze still for the family since Billy Bob is off shooting communists. We got lots. Some suspected his wife may have had something to do with it as she disappeared soon after. The school was passed down to the eldest of his three sons, Mortimer. Mortimer ran the school for only ten years though before he passed away in an automobile accident, his brakes having apparently failed him. The school was then passed down to Charles second son, Karl and his wife, also a former student of Lockley’s, Lisbeth. Karl and Lisbeth eagerly took the school over both sharing a love for. I lick my lips hungrily, my eyes wild with lust. I pat the bed and with a calm voice said, "Come here baby, momma going to suck your cock again."I reach out and caress his hot doggie dick with one hand. Oooh God I want him to fuck me, but didn't know how. I make a mental note to search the web to see how it's done. I lean down, lick the shaft, then engulf the whole thing into my mouth. Sucking, tonguing I savor ever inch of the sweet, salty, gooey, dog-cock.My free hand is in my throbbing cunt. “What are you doing?” she whispered to me.“Sshhh. Let’s listen.” I tugged her off the bed towards the grate.“We can’t!” she whispered back. But her protest seemed rather feeble. And then stopped on hearing the conversation from below. The parlor was directly under our room, and the voices carried quite clearly up through the grating.“Can I get you some coffee, Anthony?” her mother said.“No, but you can get out of that dress.”Debby gave a quiet gasp, but the other couple never noticed.“Why,.
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