One of them exclaimed in a whisper as if I wouldn't be able to hear them, "Jesus, man! We can make her do shit if we want! Crap! We can do anything we...want!"The other boy is apparently more focused. He has only one thing on his mind at the moment; the thing that's always uppermost in the minds of most males who are capable of achieving an erection. He responded, "You can do whatever you want, man. I sure as hell know what I wanna do. I'm gonna fuck her!" Yeah! Me, too! But afterward..." Yeah.. . It's my tits that aren't."Automatically my gaze was drawn down and I could see the two large wet spots on her night shirt. "You're leaking." I know that you fucking piss-ant! Tell me something I don't know. Oh, shit they ache..." Genevieve..." I began but she interrupted."Sorry. Sorry, I yelled but... Oh, God... I usually spend time using breast pumps before I go to sleep but I didn't tonight because you were here. It felt so good cuddling with you that I didn't want to stop. Now my tits are. "Megan RAVED about her black McCock Happy Meal!"Her husband let out a faint sigh, and turning to the speaker, he said: Yeah, that's going to be the black McCcok Happy Meal."They parked the car and went inside the main building, where they showed the ticket stub to an attendant at the back of the store.She took the ticket, and indicated which stall their order was to be obtained, and his wife smiled at him. "You can come in and watch if you want." I can?" If you want to! But, you don't have to,. "The rest honey. We don't got all day."I breathed shakily and fumbled with the catch of my bra, turning around to do so. Then Tony grabbed me from behind. His hands encircled my wrists, and yanked them up above my head as he whirled me around to face his father.The old guy shook his head and stepped forward, his hands grabbing the material. Then he ripped the flimsy bra apart, so my round boobs sprang free. A second later my panties were sliding down my legs ad I was standing there naked..