I groaned and gasped, my asshole spasmed about his dick. I milked out every drop of cum that I could from his dick, the rapture swirling through me.�...Whore!” grunted my husband, and I knew he pumped his spunk into our daughter's mouth.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Leyla UmayyahExcitement burst through me as Daddy and I reached the door, Mommy-slave following behind us. She had a stiffness to her gate from being buggered so hard by Mr. Myers twenty minutes ago. Listening to her whorish grunts had. She saw the blanket on the chair. She looked at Buster. She looked at Buster’s crotch.Even I couldn’t believe Buster still had an erection.“Every time I go gardening, isn’t it?” she said in a quiet voice. “You think I don’t know?”“I don’t give a flying fuck,” Buster said to her.“This little skank of yours,” Mary Ellen said, her voice picking up again. “She just dills your pickle, doesn’t she?”I shook my head to say no, but Buster said, “So what?”“Buster!” I said. I looked at Mary Ellen. “Don’t. Both of them looked at her with dead angry stares. Ok, so she didnt follow directions, it wasnt that much of a big deal. We didnt discuss a detour. Blake said in a cold voice. Bailey ignored that and rolled her eyes, And? What are you going to do about it? She turned her back to them as she looked in the cabinets for her Folgers coffee container. She had made an agenda for when she got home and she was going to need coffee to stay up. Bailey started her coffee and turned around to face them. To not do so, might have even been considered a slight against the girl’s equal treatment promise that she had just shown them with a convincing air of full authority.Somehow, things got a little more cozy and comfortable because the flap was buttoned up from the inside and her daughter had taken a second shot of the Irish Mist and was getting all cuddly with the worker scout called Jolene. She could understand her Edwina’s eagerness to mingle closer with Jolene because the girl was one of.