She even saw the bright side in Susan's ulcer, as it prevented herfrom drinking. Using Susan's fortune, she tried to make amends for herpart in Natali...'s scheme by setting up a college scholarship forunderprivileged youth in the name of the late Father Weber. Everyonedecided that the sudden death of her close friend Natalie wasresponsible for changing her from a bitch to 'Saint Susan'.Mimi found herself living Sophia's life...and hating it. She recalledNatalie (or whoever she was) calling her a. Lara’s idea of phoning a classmate was far more reasonable and likely would prove more fruitful. Still, something nagged at me, so I dialed.As it turned out, it took exactly three phone calls to reach Heather’s friend.“Hello, Mrs. Martin, it’s Matt...”A burst of nerves decayed quickly as it became clear that the situation at the Martins’ house remained the same as when I’d visited a couple of weeks earlier. After some small talk, Mairead looked up Bill’s parents’ number in her phonebook. This. Kenny said we had made some great time, and we were already in Florida, about an hour out of Tampa. I said we would take 60 out of Tampa to get to the farm. It would take us about two hours to get there. Frank told me to drive the rest of the way, and he and Susie would nap. We made it to the farm by eleven on Saturday morning. Dad and my brothers came walking around the barn, while my Mom and one of my sisters came running out of the door.As soon as the excitement died down, Mom ushered us. I couldn't resist touching myself while I was fucked. Again, cheers and jeers and shouted advice came from the men watching. From time to time hands would grab my ankles to spread my legs wider as we fucked. Through slitted eyes I watched as men undressed and began jerking their already hard cocks. God, there's so many men... and most of their cocks were already wet with pre-cum as I watched. To the enjoyment of my audience, over the dull, rapid ploof, ploof, ploof sound of our bodies coming.