The footsteps got louder and we saw three cheerleaders from Dani's class- Ashley, Megan, and Sara- enter. “I can't believe we have to do sprints,”...Ashley was complaining. Ashley was a tan brunette. “I mean, this is cheerleading, not, like, track.” “Totally,” said Megan, a perky blonde. “I mean, Coach has been such a bitch lately!” “I don't know what she's, like, thinking,” said Sara. Sara was a freckled ginger with long, gorgeous red hair. The three girls began to strip out of their clothes.. We'll head back home and try in another direction tomorrow. I need a drink." I stood and gave Dad and Pat each a hand up. We walked back and shut the generator down. Then we went back to our farm.When we returned, Dad took a bottle of Bourbon and a glass full of ice to the porch and sat down. He poured a drink and swallowed it down. He poured some more but set the bottle to one side to sip now. He said, "That was terrible to see. They committed suicide but didn't realize how painful a death it. I sucked the wine from her warm, yielding flesh, feeling her nipple hardening between my lips, then she poured more wine on her belly and made me lick it off. Then she poured us both a glass, and settled back with my arm around her, sighing contentedly. ‘Daddy – I want you to teach me everything, to do everything to me. I don’t care if you hurt me – I – I want you to hurt me, and fuck me over and over, and do all the things you did with Mummy …’ It was the start of thirty-six hours of almost. She then removed her khaki shirt. Oh heavens, her red bra was holding the huge milky boobs tightly. She hurriedly removed her pants too. She had heavy, firm thighs and a shapely perfect body posture.I was wild the moment my eyes fell on her huge boobs. I pushed her on the bed, removed my pants, and climbed on top of her. I lifted her hands to a raised position. I grabbed the huge boobs with both of my hands.I have huge pair of hands which was not able to cover her boobs. My hands started.