"your ok, just go home now" The young kids just stood there for a second, smiled and then ran off."that was brave, im proud of you and you didn't cau...e much attention." Moon nodded as they set off on their journey once again down the road.Once they were in the woods the sun was finally setting. A rustle in the bushes made Snowhalk grab Moon hand."what was that?" She asked with a hint of fear in her voice."Just some birds, as he rolled out his bedroll and say on it. Maybe they could talk. Then without any warning the little boy pinched me wife’s nipples, poked his finger into her moist pussy, and then he reached down lower to poke his finger up her ass. As he did this he sang, “Milk, milk, lemonade, turn the corner and fudge is made.” Of course my wife thought it was cute and laughed at him, so once again he repeated the little verse as he pinched my wife’s nipples and poked a finger into her pussy and then into her anus.Just then the most adorable young woman entered our. It tasted so good.After a while Donna felt it time to leave. After showering, Bev remained on the bed dreaming about what had just happened and, to be honest, still feeling more than a little randy. Shortly, the door opened and in walked Phil – now three hours late. “I’m sorry dear, did I miss anything? God you look flushed, are you ok?” Bev slowly turned to him saying “Don’t you “dear” me, you fucking cunt! What time do you call this? You can forget about a romantic dinner. And don’t. That turned him on, too.Sometimes, Reagan would hang out on his bed, with his jeans pulled down just playing with his cock and balls. He was glad that he'd started shaving them, too. It felt awesome and looked hot, he thought. He'd squeeze his fingers around the rigid root just pushing down against his balls and imagine it was some older man. Seducing him. Whispering in his ear in a low manly voice, “Do you like that?”Reagan would squirm, hearing the imaginary voice in his ear. “Yes,” he'd.