She looked at both, unsure what to do.Ms. Parker continued, her voice strong and unwavering, "Come to me now, Abby."Abby stood still, her mind a mess ...f emotions.Bree still smiled, "Abby, you have two choices, my slut. One, go with your Mommy and never again have the pleasure to be my slut. Or," she paused, her eyes finally leaving Ms. Parker and going directly to the young freshman co-ed, "you can be the good submissive lesbian slut you are and get over here and finish the task of pleasing my. I knew which end of a hammer and a saw to hold onto so I told him I was his man, especially after I saw his wife and daughter, a pair of downright stunners who were casual about their dress. The farmer was well into his sixties, perhaps seventy, but his wife was closer to twenty and his daughter was about the same, maybe a year or two older. They certainly could have worn each other's clothes. To me it looked like an opportunity I could not pass by, an opportunity that made my ballocks ache. I. A massive rope of spunk hit my cheek, went in my eye, forehead and then in my hair. As I scraped it out of my eye, another jet went up my nose, before I could react another three jets splattered on my face. Fucking hell, spunk was flying out of his cock head like a burst pipe! By the time he’d finished I was well coated, “You greedy slag,” I heard Bibi shout as she walked towards me. Immediately she was french kissing me, then she broke off and licked Ron’s muck off my face before kissing me. ” She smiled and I laughed and sped out of her driveway and on the way to Disneyland. On the way there though she couldn’t keep her hands to herself and slowly unzipped my pants and rubbed my slowly stiffening cock and I smiled and looked down at her.“What are you doing baby?”She looked up at me with an innocent look and a small smile and licked my shaft slowly. “Nothing. Just giving my daddy a little birthday treat.” She smiled again and started sucking on my head while rubbing my shaft with.