She had spent the last several days mining all her sources and contacts in and around Cherry Lawn for information on what was going on in the Dahlmeye...'s home. Cathy prided herself on knowing everything that was worth knowing about her hometown. Much of that information she found worth knowing was centered around the various sexual kinks of the residents of Cherry Lawn. Knowledge was power in the Griffin family and the leverage that the family had in the town made the Griffin's one of the most. She jumped at that and was barely able to stand so took his head away reluctantly so she could settle down more comfortably.Connie sat back on the sofa and John knelt down between her open legs. He paused for a moment to look at and admire the open pussy in front of him before lowering his head and resumed his oral work-out on her sex. She writhed as he lashed his tongue against her most sensitive parts, alternately flicking against her clitoris and then pushing into her vagina, lapping up her. She had retired from show jumping and entered her marriage of convenience, where there was security, her love of horses, and her huge sexual appetite, were all rolled into one convenient package. Jilly had mentioned that Bill suffered from erectile dysfunction, and one night on a stay-over, had encouraged the girls to try and get him hard.Bill readily dropped his pants and each girl applied their wiles, but Bill stayed flaccid, as the schoolgirls became cruder in their methods. Eventually they. ”“Oh, yes,” The Cara-Thing said, stroking her chin in a gesture that took a second or two because of the size of both her chin and her hand. “The older sister that nobody talks about; who ran off before you were old enough to even pronounce her name. What was it again?”“Persephone.” Helen replied. It had been so long since she’d said it, the name felt strange on her lips; a dimly-remembered sense-memory like the taste of a candy from childhood that hasn’t been made in years. “Yeah, Paneffee!.