But behind closed doors, we were always ready to throw down.It was several years later that I ultimately landed the final blow to our relationship. On...e I became old enough, I dove into the role of helping my uncle run the faire. He took me under his wing. I was his shadow and dedicated myself to learning everything there possibly was to learn. Unlike Becca, I lived for this place. There was nowhere I’d have rather been. Uncle Henry and I had that in common. And the bond that created between us. They are acting like they are doing a lot more work than they actually are. To add to that, I saw one of them over at your diesel tank, stealing fuel. I would drop them immediately if I were you.’ ‘Do you think that you could do the work Kenny?’ ‘Sure Marta, it would take me a couple of days, but there isn’t anything I couldn’t do. It is all pretty straight forward landscape work. I used to mow lawns and I did more than they are doing for 5 bucks an hour.’ ‘Would you be willing to do this for. They got less gentle, biting and licking my nipples with enthusiasm. “I have got to taste that pussy of yours Beck.” Mark started to pull down my pants with John still suckling my boob. Once my pants were all the way off I felt Mark’s fingers on the lips of my freshly shaven pussy. “Wow you’re beautiful.” John stopped sucking to look down at where Mark’s hands were. “You’re right, she’s absolutely beautiful. I need to taste her.” Jake tried to push Mark out of the way and got pushed back. . He kissed down my stomach, I spread my legs. His kisses continued down over my stomach cruelly missing my cock, instead he kissed down the inside of my thigh and back up, getting closer and closer to my cock then going back down, teasing me making me want it so badly. He eventually kissed my cock though my boxers he brought his hands up and gripped around waistband of my boxers and slowly revealed the 7-inch cock I had in my pants. He took it gently into his hand and ran his tongue up and down.