"I'm sure Chrissy wouldlove to make spurties into those. Isn't that right Chrissy?" she asked.Chrissy nodded meekly, knowing any other answer would no... be clever."Well ask Simon to help you do spurties into his pretty panties thensilly boy," she ordered, whilst the other ladies laughed and clapped atthe delightful scene."Please help me make spurties into your pretty panties Simon," whisperedChrissy as Simon stood before him in his frillies, his head hanging. Theladies laughed and clapped louder. ‘Faith, bring the bar over and wedge it under this log. The saw’s getting pinched.’ Jamming it under, near the partial cut, she used another log as a fulcrum and pushed down on the bar with all her weight. ‘How’s that, Paul?’ ‘Great, thanks Babe,’ he said, his eyes smiling at her through fogged safety glasses, before revving the chainsaw again. When her leverage was no longer needed, Faith loaded the wheelbarrow with all the logs she could manage and rolled them to the pickup truck. After her. Normally I do love a cut cock and would need no further bidding to wrapmy lips around the cock in front of me and work it, but now I wasscared. They were drunk, horny, and trouble. This seemed to settle itfor them and I became aware the other lads all had their cocks out,rubbing them excitedly. An older coloured boy made his way forward andpointed his groin at my face."How about this then? You fucking tranny slut," he asked.This when I realised I was in serious trouble. I gasped,"My God!. He gave her a lewd wink and licked his lips lasciviously while out of sight of the children, and Lauren shivered with a secret excitement, then she swatted him to make him behave.In the kitchen Holly was inexpertly attempting to ladle pancakes onto a griddle, and her mother barely arrived in time to avert a messy disaster. Holly was already dressed, but her brother was still wrapped in a robe, sleepy-eyed and sullen. “Holly’s an early bird, but Jimmy’s a night owl,” explained Lauren.“Who are.