It’s too late for that. You’ve grown and built a good life for yourself. I’m proud of you.” She kept her voice low. “Your son is becoming a ...ine young man.”“Thank you, Mother. I owe it to you. You raised me better than anyone could have.” I whispered.“He’s outside. Isn’t he.” She whispered next to my ear.I nodded. We both knew our offspring wouldn’t have remained in bed, no matter how tired he was.Mother pick up the instrument. “Try to relax.”I tried. I really tried.When the hickory wand smote. One of the tavern sluts latched onto person almost pressing her partially exposed boob into her overly displeased face. She did her best to avoid her instinctive distaste at the flouncing filly on her lap and gave her a good pinch on her plump buttock for good measure.“Oh, la, young man, pray take it easy with me backside. My bottom may be the seat of your pleasure if you have some coins to pay for it.”One of the woman’s drooping breasts popped out of the top of her gown and she wet her finger. The hole was cavernous. Demonde had already reamed it to his needs. The smallness of Tion’s body accentuated how extraordinarily wide the black bull had reamed him.“You’re as small as Tion,” Sydney whispered in my ear. “He will stretch you like that too.”I moaned.As we watched, Demonde stepped up to the boy, knelt down, and stuck his face in Tion’s crevice. We could hear the otherwise completely docile boy moan, as the big black buck ate his hole out, enlarging it even further. And then Demonde. I could not remember the last time I had my garments on and off so many times in one day. They hit the floor and what suddenly came over me surprised the hell out of me. I leaped on Kiera's bed and, while not knowing exactly what I was doing, I instantly ran my tongue up through her wet leaking butterflied flaps. I never before tasted another pussy. Seen a few yes, but never lapped my tongue between folds of pink freshness. I paused when I reached her hard clit to savor this new flavor.