"Is your Mum being SEEN TO, then? We like to be professional here you know, Mr Miller enjoys dealing with your Mum! I do enjoy assisting him too! Don'... worry, I'm sure your Mum's being well SEEN TO!" She plugged her thumb through her black fingers, in and out, gesturing at me as she said it!I was very red and humiliated, my scalp prickling in heat and embarrassment, and she raised her eyebrow at the bulge in my trousers. "If you are worried about Teresa, there is a back yard out there Bob. You. My balls grew tighter. I had so much cum in them. My fingers squeezed and kneaded my daughter's rump, her muscles flexing beneath me.She slammed her pussy down my cock, impaling herself with such passion. The friction shot through me. Then she slid back up it, her pussy clenching at my dick. Her pussy built that pressure at the tip as she rose up it, her cunt almost sucking at my cock with her tight warmth.“Are you going to cum in our daughter's pussy?” my wife purred, whispering into my ear.. If they come up with an odd number, we'd tell 'em they needed to learn the difference between legs and tails." OK. OK. But what do you want to do?" We'll just ride through 'em slow an' look 'em over. If there's one lyin' down, she's a goner. If one of 'em looks unhappy, we'll look closer. I ain't gonna count 'em now."So we rode among the cattle, not in a bunch. Maddy went right, Weena went left, and Charlie and I sort of right and left of the middle. When we got together on the far side, maybe. It was Jack’s first time to really observe the group in human form. Five women faced him of various ages and body shapes. They took little notice of him and once their initial chatter died, they slept. Sordid. That was how it all seemed, sordid and just an existence.So, err, what is your name? Jack.So Jack, what do you think eh? She swept her arm in an expansive, all encompassing gesture. What do you think of our home from home and our pack?To be honest, all this blows me away. He told her. And.