Although, from what I’ve learned lately, I’ll make you another Antler’s Cafe breakfast bet: when they’re through messing with his head, he’l... be pleading to his God and Mother Theresa that they WOULD use physical persuasion. The flesh heals; the mind? Not so quick.”Justin agreed, reluctantly, but he could see no other way. “Can you set it up for tomorrow?” he asked.“Sure thing. I’ll call you in the morning to confirm, but you can plan to witness it and have somebody handy to record the. It was just after her eighteenth birthday, I was having a beer with her dad, discussing politics, when Donna and her friend Susan returned from the beach, both wearing skimpy bikini's that made me stare, particularly at Donna. I am certain that I stared wide eyed at her, how her bikini clung to her small breasts and stretched across her firm pubic mound, the fabric like a second skin where it tucked between her long silken legs. It was difficult to maintain the conversation with her dad as I. I pushed back trying to milk all his come. When he was finished with me and his knot slipped out, I quickly got up as cum was dripping down my legs. The shepherd managed to knock me back down on my hands and knees and quickly drove his dick deep inside me. I wasn't going to take another fucking right now but decided I owed him since he was left high and dry when the dobie took his place earlier. As the shepherd was driving it hard and deep inside me I felt him grip me tighter and knew he was. I could see her finger holding the material off to the side. Her whole pussy was slick and glistened with our combine juices. There were no hairs, no stubble of any kind, and it looked like Mom had never had any pussy hair. No wonder it had felt so smooth. I looked up at her face and Mom was smiling at me. Her fingers were still entwined gently in my hair. I looked over at my sisters standing there with scowls on their faces.Karen had on a short T-shirt and from my position on the grass I could.