Harper had re-done his hair. It remained short but looked feminine. I can’t describe it exactly, but there was something to the wave that said “ch...c.” A bit of makeup, nothing exaggerated, and simple earrings completed his outfit. I’d make out with him in a flash, I realized. We have no blood relation, even if he calls me “Dad.” He’s an adult now.“Thanks, Dad.” Julian gave a little twirl to show off. “I feel good.” He put his hands up to his face but didn’t touch. “Harper did my makeup, do you. Good bye!" She exhaled. "I'm sorry, Bente."She said it loud enough for her father to hear. Then she stormed into the house, slamming the door shut. She picked up her needlework, but she was too angry, and she threw it into a corner. Then she looked through the window and her mouth stood agape. Bente was emptying the coal bunker, refilling his sacks and loading them onto his wagon while her father stood there seemingly pleading with the tall collier. Obviously his pleading availed for naught.. Then he guided his small cock to my still dry opening and slammed his cock into me every bit as violently as he had been fucking my mouth a moment earlier.I grunted in pain as his pubic bone slammed against my tender vulva. He paused to adjust his grip on my legs, supporting my knees with his elbows so that his fingers were free to return to my breasts. He began twisting and pulling my nipples and fucking me violently while I grunted in pain and cried out wordlessly with every painful. I was getting hit on like crazy, and spent the next few hours in various rooms sucking off guys as a small crowd watched, and then I discovered there was a very large open room in a camouflage motif downstairs and found myself sitting in a chair in the center of the room sucking off a guy surrounded by a huge mixed crowd of men and women.The next thing I knew there was a guy with his cock out on either side of the one I was blowing, and I began to work on all three cocks at once, moving between.