The yard was very nicely kept with a large palm tree in the front. I parked my bike under the carport and suddenly a little nervous again I pushed the...doorbell. Here we go, I thought to myself.The woman that answered wasn't unattractive, really just kind of plain looking. Her hair was almost snow white and hung down her back in a long pony tail and she had a thick pair of glasses in an old fashioned frame on her cute upturned nose. She looked like a librarian, or at least to me she did. "You. ” He moved his hips a tiny bit. “This is so hard to do...” he actually laughed. “It’s so much work not to just fuck you the way I want to.” “Well maybe a little self discipline will do you good, young man. Maybe it will help with your studies. So I will tell you when you may fuck me the way you desire to fuck me.” “Alright,” he swallowed. “You tell me, Teach.” “I will.” He moved as little as possible. My body ached for him to do more. His jaw clenched and he started to sweat. It was truly. They stood, and both looked at me, and waved.Jennifer took Bobby’s hand, and ran with him to where I was walking up to the edge of the sand.“Murphy, I love Bobby! One day, I will have his babies, and I will be a Murphy too; you just wait and see.” She said, as she launched herself at me, and we all three hugged for a long time.“I hope it works out for you both, Jen, I think you would make a good addition to the Murphy clan, and I know you would make a good wife; and mother for Bobby’s, and your. As they spoke to each other I was sobbing, trembling in fear, my face burned bright red with shame. « Great idea » one woman enthused, « Can we watch? » « Of course » Peter laughed, « You can even join in if you want » They led me through the bushes to a clearing in which was a fallen log. They made me lay on my stomach on the log, one woman held my wrists down, the other held my ankles. The two men broke off thin, whippy branches from a tree and stood on either side of my body. They began to.