I felt relieved as she pulled part way out, was she going to surrendercontrol? However my relief was short lived as her hips began to buckrhythmicall... while she thrust herself into my mouth a couple of inchesat a time jerking back the same distance after each rough penetration.Her hands grasped my hair and her fingers knotted themselves securelyinto it. I wasn't her loving daughter any more, I wasn't even aperson... All I was was a hole that needed to be fucked and that iswhat I would remain. We lack the third. It was torn away since two brass grommets and scraps of material were left behind." Well, in addition to the motto there was also a green flower displayed..." and she paused, then continued, "perhaps a zinnia, or carnation. Even a mum. I was never sure. The only reference to a green flower that I'm aware of was the novel The Green Carnation. Some say it concerned Oscar Wilde. That gentleman himself died this past November." She stood suddenly. "Yes, it was in November that I. These two." Awww," Cindy said, "I liked being the pixie. But if I gotta get bumped."I looked back and forth between Jared and Cindy. "Cindy, I don't think he believed Tina."Tina shrugged. "I tried tellin' 'im." Did you make progress?" Cindy asked. "Jared's supposed to be useful." She smirked at Jared."Oh, yes," I said. "You should see. We hooked up the camera platform. We're ready for the RF gun." We're trying, baby," Tina said. "Those things just aren't that common." We could do that other. She knew in her mind it must say 5am. The time the cows needed milking ever morning. Without fail, every day, same time.But today was a special day, her 18th birthday. Surely she could stay in bed and sleep in.... although who else would complete the chores of the farm?Climbing out of bed she looked into the mirror.She tucked away her breast, which had popped out the side of her tank top, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all over the place, she felt yuck, but she knew there.