Rob thought about the County Corn Fest next weekend and knew if he could get this tarty saucy wench drunk and get her to eat a lot of corn, she would ...robably dump a big corny stool the next day. Rob watched as the tarty lady hung up her cellular phone and took a sip of her coffee. “It’s now or never” muttered Rob as he got up and approached the tart’s table. “Hi, I’m Rob.“ Said Rob to the tartly lady. “I couldn’t help but notice you ralphing major drop trough. Looks like your stomach. He got really aroused by the idea of watching other people fuck. If this was how things were going to be, he wouldn't mind at all having Craig for a stepfather.Now Craig had rolled Jodie onto her back and was sliding down to press his face into her copper-colored cunt-bush. She gurgled with excitement and opened her legs, and Craig slipped between them, his mouth just inches from her creamy pink cunt-slit. He folded back the delicate fur of her pussy and completely exposed the tiny hooded lump. Largecabinets made of oak and a huge dining room table made of crystal.Everything had wood carvings of deer and naked women which he was sure tonotice... and inspect. "Wow I am the luckiest guy in the world" his aunthad died leaving him her house. Apparently her possessions were splitequally among her family but Andy had a hard time believing it afterseeing this place. "How is this equal to the car my sister got?" not thatAndy was complaining but he still felt like the lucky one. He headed. .and then what?' I found myself asking. What would I do? Get on the phone and talk to them about makeup, clothes, and maybe even boys? I realized that I really didn't want to just chat; I wanted to talk to someone about what had happened to me. The problem was I didn't know out of all my friends who I could trust. I sat down at the kitchen table and stared out the window feeling so out of place.Almost a half-hour of sulking later I heard a car pull up outside, and the sound of two doors.