"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as he brushed the cloth over her excited littlepussy. "That feels so good."Again dropping the cloth, he began spreading the suds...around her thighsand cunt with his bare hands, letting his finger dip into her cunt as hetenderly slid over it. Lathering her soft mound of blonde pussy hairs,he could feel his big prick throbbing wildly between his legs."God, Daddy," she giggled, staring at his big lust-bloated boner."You've really got a hard-on!" I know," he panted as he. Sending the game into overtime didn't make any sense to me."If the score was seventeen to six, a touchdown makes it seventeen to thirteen, and that's if you make the extra point?" I pointed out.Mom placed her sandwich on the plate and sighed, like she was suffering my football ignorance. "We would have gone for the two point conversion, making the score seventeen to fourteen, and then recovered the ball on an onside kickoff. All it would take from there would be two long passes and a field. ”In a few minutes the youngster returned with the buxom blond teenager following her and cussin’ as she snapped the straps on her overalls. She hadn’t put a top on and so her big boobs bounced around and almost popped out as she stomped along.As she got to the porch Granmaw said, “There’s two more cousins inside who had a long trip on these roads. Yew give them some beer and pussy to make ‘em feel welcome.”Rhonda Jean said, in a resigned tone of voice, “Yes Granmaw. Shore wish we didn’t have so. I can't help who I am. But Amanda, as you've seen with me, can be quite a bitch if you get on her bad side." Ellington, what did you expect? You tried to take over our company. And you tried to do it through a sick woman. Hell, you were probably fucking her too. You even stayed in contact with her after we banned you from visiting her. You tried to buy her stock out from under us. You had to be stopped." Preston, I deserved that stock. It should have been mine anyway. I'm not out to destroy the.