Weathers knew her dad, had been a customer for years, and he was also about the only person other than her parents to consistently called her “Veron...ca,” although he did so with a short “o”, in the English, rather than Spanish, fashion. And she always called him “Mr. Weathers”. Some of her friends’ parents insisted that the girls call them by their first names. But not Mr. Weathers, and this seemed totally right to Ronni. He was no equal; he was no peer to teenaged girls. He was a mature, adult. Laughing-Eyes, too, had noticed the change in attitude by the Cheyenne and was at a loss as to how to counter it. She sympathized with Cletus' unhappiness and had come to love him so much that it hurt her just as much as it did him. They discussed what they could do to regain Cletus' status among the Cheyenne, and finally decided that there was nothing that could be done. Laughing-Eyes suggested it first, but Cletus knew that she was right—they had to leave the village, maybe the whole Cheyenne. Susan tasted great on my baby’s finger, and within seconds, it was clean.Not to be out-done, Susan found my baby’s pussy and inserted two fingers. They both lay there finger-fucking each other, every few seconds either licking each other, or offering their wetness to us. They both tasted great, and I knew this position wouldn’t last very much longer.They parted and turned to put each other in a 69 position, now both faces buried between each others legs. I know how much my baby loves eating. The thing started vibrating as she shoved it up Lorenzias ass. Lorenzia cried out at being fucked in the ass. The strapon was well oiled but Lorenzia didn´t relax. Johanna shoved a red ballgag with a extra strap under the cheek into Lorenzias mouth. She strapped it in there tightly and then grabbed Lorenzias flailing arms. She got out a pair of handcuffs. She put a cuff on one hand and soon got both hands behind Lorenzias back. We were all still:- The only one who gives Mike a work out is me.