That came about because Lucy decided to use some of her dirty money to pay our plumber to install it. He first had to run a water line from the new co...nty water supply. That line ran along the shoulder of the county road. It was a large job to get every thing Lucy wanted done. The plumber ran a one man show, so he was glad to get the large cash infusion.I was pretty sure that he thought we were making liquor in the chicken house/barn, until he saw the setup. At that point he changed his mind to. . stricken, hurt, and helpless. Walking out on Mom was probably the most despicable thing I could do. We promised we'd always be there for each other when Dad died, and in my opinion, walking out was like saying I didn't want to have anything to do with her. I owed her an apology, but no matter how many times I told myself that, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was just too emotionally low, stuck twelve feet down in a hole with no idea about how to get out. Besides, what would I say? An. ...That was nice. I turned to see what the guy next to us was doing...He was beating his cock faster. He saw what it was doing to me. I was reaching for Tommys curved cock. I wanted to touch it. Stroke it. Suck it. I begged Tommy. He said be his guess. I held his cock close to my face but rubbed it on my titties. I love a cock rubbing on my titties. I knew I was going to let him fuck me. I was starting to beg for him to stick it in my mouth, I knew what was next. He knew I was all his right. A woman can fake her feelings by saying words a person wants to hear, or the body learns to survive by getting wet even if the intent is ****, but to dig nails into skin? That was legitimate passion.Resting on top of Nik, Valerie kept moving her hips, keeping his cock warm and semi-hard inside her pussy. It hurt a lot from inexperience but the pain kept up the excitement. All this ravenous fucking in a few days was causing the woman to become addicted to her man, her Massa. His hand softly.