Even though she didn’t know much about the 65-year-old woman, Hannah wasn’t very forthcoming and/or talkative about her family and about her past....She suspected, from what she said, didn’t say, did or didn’t do, that she had been sexually abused by her brothers and possibly by others, perhaps by her father, uncles, and/or cousins. Sexual abuse is rampant worldwide and more so in closed communities, especially in the Amish and Mennonite households. Especially during those long, lonely, cold. Since I had spread her juices around I didn't have any trouble. At first I started slowly and then picked up the pace. She was moaning a little bit and grabbing my hips and pulling me into her. Gloria had her eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying the fucking she was getting. I saw Lynn come out of the kitchen and walked over to us. She pulled her skirt up, I saw she wasn't wearing panties. Then she got up on the coffee table, straddled her mothers head and lowered her pussy onto her mouth.. But, that’s the way Keith wants me, easily accessible, visible and touchable. Keith came into the bedroom, took my hand, and led me into the bathroom. The bathroom was steamy from the hot water in the tub and smelled faintly of vanilla. He led me over to the tub and held my hand indicating that I should step in. Because the bathroom was so warm, I thought the water would be too hot, but I put my foot in and it was perfect. I sat in the tub and the smell of vanilla was stronger now, it was. I reach out and grab his cock and pull him into the shower with me. Mmm it feels so good in my hands, I just had to have it in my mouth. While he closed the second curtain I bent down and admired his pulsating rod from that angle. He turned back around in time to watch me wrap my lips around the head. "Ohhh shit that feels good." he said as I began to bob my head up and down. He puts his hand on the back of my head and lightly face fucks me. I still can’t deep throat so I gag when I try to take.