Oh boy. "Um, Maddie, mind if we switch drinks?" I deftly exchanged my cup for hers before she could say a word, then handed her my food platter. "Here... try some of the meatballs. They're amazing!"So went the rest of the night. I think I managed to intercept (without being overbearing, mind you) about half of all the alcohol she was going to pour down the hatch. Yes, she was a minor, but I could care less about that. If we were in France, it wouldn't even be an issue. My main concern was to. He was wrong of course.His mother was determined to take revenge, in a single act, for a lifetime of philandering by Vin's father.They had made love all night long.At one point she had insisted on bringing them a snack from the kitchen, telling Vin to stay in bed.She had a note prepared, scotch taping it to the front door, leaving it unlocked.Mother and son were hard at it, as Vin looked up seeing his father standing there.As Vin continued thrusting away, his mother's arms around him, his. Flicking on the light switch, I reached over and ran my hand down Lady’s back. A sturdy young Herford, she was the symbol of our return to farming, and, we hoped, the start of our own herd. Stepping up beside her, I scratched between her eyes, chuckling as she butted against my hand, looking for the treats she’d come to expect from me. Rolling my eyes, I gave her one of the apples I’d slipped in my pocket. When she reached for another, I shook my head and backed away, reminding her she needed. It had been delicious... the soft lewd touch of his tongue on her pussy... Jeannie with her mouth tightly ovalled around the base of Sam's hugely pulsing cock... it had been an evening of shocks and she was numbed by all that had happened. When her eyes had adjusted to the brightness, Melanie looked over to where Tony should have been sleeping and was surprised to find him gone. Then she remembered the first time she had awakened this morning. A loud knocking at their bedroom door had rudely.