I reached up and stroked Daryl's bald head as he nibbled on my neck and ear lobes. My lust was rising with each thrust of Daryl's penis I became more ...nd more a****listics. Daryl was stroking my butt hole calling me his 'tight ass bitch.' I tried to fight the feeling that was building in my rectum but I could not fight it off any longer. I hunched back as forcefully as I could feeling Daryl meeting my upward thrust with his downward plunge. Before I could manage I was begging Daryl to 'fuck. Wish I had taken her up on the offer. Had I known how much I enjoyed slurping up female juices, I would have been a star pupil.I did my dishes before deciding I needed to start on the shovel. I got the bike out and stripped the remaining gas tank, changed the oil tank, and took off the fenders. I washed it all off using rags and some old toothbrushes I found in the shed. Next I inspected everything else, checking that all nuts were tight and that none of the wiring was frayed. When I was. “Hello, this is Joy?”“This is your oldest calling, Beautiful. Can Sari and I come home yet, or have you and Dad not yet taken your post coital shower yet?”“Stuart, what a thing to say, ‘John, our son wants to know if we’ll let them come home or not?’ – he just said, bring home some Chinese, but wait 30 minutes, honey?”“For my HOT momma, we can do that – see you in thirty, tell Dad we found a mole today!”“What?”“See you in a bit, Joy.”We got home, 33 minutes later, having stopped by China. Cocksucker is. It’s very derogatory.”“As long as it’s you or Cass and not Kyle I’ll be okay with it.”She chuckled and said, “Kyle will be so disappointed.”“Somehow I don’t think so.”They worked together to lower my shorts and my underwear. I stepped out of them and they led me to my rumpled bed. They pushed me down and then over onto my back and both of them knelt at my feet. They pulled my knees apart and I listened while Cass instructed Kala in the fine art of cocksucking.Cass was right.