"Fred looked at Bernice with a haggard look and went down into the cellarwith Bernice. Inside the cellar, Fred stood there in his fadedWranglers an... Wranglers Brushpopper shirt and his well-worn boots and hiswell broken in straw Stetson hat.From inside the cellar, they could hear the wind starting to howl acrossthe prairie like angry wolves. They hugged each other out of fear and adeep love they have for each other. All kinds of debris hit the doublewooden doors of that old cellar and yet. Mother and Wilma were very quite for a time. I noticed them sitting at the kitchen table whispering.But when I would get close, they would shut up and look at me with fear in their eyes.I had had enough of it and said; mother, what is this all about.Mother and Wilma looked at me like I was crazy, but I could see into there eyes there was something wrong. I said; demit tell me, and tell me, NOW.Both shook with fear, at my words, as I yelled at them.Mother said; baby we're pregnant, and she. ’ Wendy sat down and waited for me to continue, her head cocked to one side. Now that it had come to it I could hardly bring myself to say the word. Was it really my own voice I was hearing? But my decision had been taken and despite my inner qualms I announced it in a firm, resolute tone. ‘She’s going to be my slave.’ A strange expression came over Wendy’s face. At first I thought it was horror or disgust but then she spoke in an entirely matter-of-fact way and I realised it had merely. With my tongue in her pussy teasing her clit, my hands caressing her boobs, she starts playing with my dick. My heart skips a beat feeling her bend and cautiously suck my dick-head into her hot mouth.It’s not the best blow I’ve ever got but at least she’s trying. I wonder if Jane has any experience in that department. As she sits up I can hear her panting and without prompting she takes her pussy off of my mouth. Turning she mounts my dick and as she kisses me, I’m allowed to slip into the.