I even have a tutor. Not that I’ve been learning much about the teachings of Hipparchus lately.The tutor was my dad’s idea. “Your step – mothe... and I are paying for this university degree, Rachel, and you seem to be struggling. I think a tutor will be a wise idea.”“Dad, I’m fine. I don’t need some dried up old professor droning me to death just so he can supplement his pension.” The truth of it was that, although I didn’t understand the nuances of the subject, my real concern was that three. Des was fun to watch, she went on to explain that she wasn't going to be embarrassed by any amateurs so nothing would do but Marge and Tammy had to strip. The best part was Tammy anxious to get the party started and her mother playing the virgin, "Come on mom, we're all friends here, want me to help you? And there it was, a very proud Tammy, glorying in her teen age beauty next to her mother who knew what she wanted, knew what she had to, knew what she was going to, but I guess we all have to. His face was flushing and he was panting heavily. Although my cock had not touched any of his holes yet, he was already completely overwhelmed by my manhood. I noticed the boy’s cock was impossibly tight in his pants, so I allowed him to pull them down. Off went the little blue briefs, now useless as his unprotected crotch would now be mine to possess. His stiff willy was pointing upwards, and I discovered his little rosy nuts covered with silky pubes, like two ripe gräpes about to be taken. “Half price on four heifers, the steer, and the buck.”“Well, you drive a hard bargain,” he said. “But it’s a deal.”I couldn’t believe my ears. My wife had just offered to sell herself. I thought I knew her. We’d seen each other for a year before we got married. We’d lived in Denver for a year and added to our savings. Then we’d found this place to buy for our homestead. I never had any idea she’d do something like this.Roy turned his chair away from the table.“Now that that’s settled. Why don’t.