When she pulled down my boxers my dick sprang free, rock hard. Without waiting even a second, she took me in her mouth. She was soft, warm and wet. W...en she pulled her head back, I could see a small clear strand of precum between her tongue and the tip of my cock. Opening her lips and drawing her tongue inside, she bent forward and engulfed my cockhead. She then licked the tip of my cock with her tongue. She then proceeded to use her tongue to flick and roll it round the tip. Mmmmm she. "I chuckled, but this was exactly what I needed to stay awake. I recited it to the boy again, watching him, eyes closed trying to remember every line. I suddenly stopped."Did you forget the rest?" Gaku asked."No..." I could hardly believe my eyes, "Watch this"I began again, pointing down the vale for the youngster. As I recited, the Zibong seemed to stop its endless back and forth motion, as if it was listening. Very strange. I got to the end of the poem and watched in wonder as the Zibong. My brain was filled with the awesome pleasure that flowed from my erect, wet cock and tight hand. Amy laid her head back on the couch, and with her legs splayed wide placed her middle finger up to her vagina, as the men in the room stroked their cocks faster, all eyes on her, she slowly slid her middle finger into her cunt. She buried her finger deep, up to her knuckle, then slowly withdrew it. She brought her wet finger up to her nose, sniffed her juices, then slowly placed it in her waiting. It was a much-relieved family that after giving him the list of creditors and shaking hands on it all, sat to tea that evening. The weekend passed as many others had till then, on Sunday morning Ken, took the k**s to the farm, the other three following an hour later in their own old car. Having got the youngsters saddled up, Ken left them under their dads watchful eye, and led the two women down to a barn that he now used for films both to acquaint them with the sets, and to discus at length.