I still needed to set up the old farm house for the initial training. It really wasn't a farm, but it was a nice house built out in the woods by my g...andparents. It was still quite rural, the nearest neighbor being close to a mile away, and was in the middle of an 18 acre plot. It afforded all sorts of privacy, and since I maintained such an inconsistent schedule between the house in town and the farm house, the neighbors learned not to visit.I decided to take a shower and get dressed before. After I'd tasted it and found it wasn't as bad as I'd always thought it would be, I began bobbing my head up and down taking more and more of Bill, S huge cock into my mouth. I have no idea how long I'd been sucking, when I felt his cock growing larger and harder. I started to slide my lips up the long black shaft when he placed his hands on the back of my head, groaned and said, oh fuck ya Lisa, suck my black dick. I clamped my lips tighter as It began jerking, filling my mouth to over flowing. It was small, barely larger than a closet; rough six by six feet. There were many pipes of varying sizes lining the walls; connecting the ceiling to what seemed to be a water heater. There was single cinderblock on the ground, along with some sort of light green fluid spill covering most of the floor. Deborah grabbed the cinderblock by one of it’s holes, and grunting lightly, slid it up against the door, propping it open.She poked at the spill with the bristles of her broom, and thin strands of. They were so ridiculously hot; Grant had to sit on his hands to stop himself from grabbing his hard cock. He looked to his left and noticed that Jude was facing the same dilemma, biting his lip but eyes still wide and glued to the topless one-time lesbians. Carolina stood up and noticed that the two boys had neglected touching themselves. They seemed to be restraining; seeing who could hold out longest. Well, Carolina thought to herself devilishly, I’ll soon break them of that. She grabbed the.