The next morning Michael stumbled down for breakfast around 7:30 am just as Claire was about to leave for work. She asked him how it went last night a... the Collins’ house as he slumped in his chair and stared at his coffee.“My god Mom, never again. You in the morning and those two at night is too much for any guy. Ruth wanted me to do her a second time while she sucked off Bill. I could not get it up again. Now even my tongue is sore.”Claire could not really dredge up much sympathy for him. We both got up and went over to the lone cock, kneeling down either side of it together we both touched it with our tongues, he jumped and went ooh, are they back a voice said, no no I will let you know when they are don’t worry, his cock was growing as we both licked it and he didn’t want to share, are you having us on are they back or not another voice said, then a hand was on my bum giving it a squeeze then sliding down to pussy, they are back and I’ve got the wettest pussy in the world girl. I grasped her firm bottom with both hands and just explored every inch of her sex with lips and tongue and in only two minutes she was coming all over my chin. She quaked as she came, letting out only a groan that she tried to conceal until she could take it no more and gasped in a breath afterwards.I stood and went back to the counter where the condom box was left and opened it. I ripped off one and was about to open it myself when sat up and asked softly from the bed, "Let me?" mimicking my. What do I do with them? Butcher them, obviously. A commercial butcher would report the carcasses as taken without tags—a big no-no and Mister Sheriff would not be my friend. Alternatively, I'd have to build a slaughter house and a smoke house, learn some butchery skill, cure and smoke the meat. That's not a bad outcome if you like venison, and I happen to like it!All right, your garden is going great guns. You have to water and weed it regularly. Once the crops begin to ripen you've got to.