He decided that he had finally struck it rich. The lump was recycled into a myriad of minerals and metals. Our family was rich, really rich. No one la...ghed at my father's stories anymore.You are not going to believe what happened about seven days later. My father was almost hit again. He couldn't believe his luck. Our family was now, not really rich, but stinking rich. My father spent some of our wealth to buy up all the land around our house for 500 kilometers and laid claim to all the mineral. I was so engrossed in the sight that Ididn’t notice Blake peering lustily from behind me.When I saw him, he gently but firmly pushed me straightahead to my wife’s musky pussy still oozing Blake’swarm sperm. I hesitated but Blake didn’t and pushed mein the ravines of my wife’s freshly fucked spunkedpussy. I tentatively took a lick of my first cream-pieand got bolder as the tastes of interracial fucking hitme in the brain. I slurped and scooped Blake’s cum with. Woody glared then walked off in ahuff to his suite, with Miles smirking as he texted someone to lookclosely at Woody as it was clear that the man was up to no good and hadjust confirmed that he was defrauding John.The family enjoyed a quiet evening together before the kids had toperform. Brice helped them learn a few lines that they'd have to speakthen helped them get into the role by telling them to act naturally asit was what they had done many times before: defended him from peopleinsulting. “But … oh, shit. I want you to suck it again.” “What?” He took a deep breath, and the next words came out in a hoarse whisper: “I want you to suck my cock again.” It wasn’t exactly a request. He had undone the button of his jeans, and was unzipping them as he finished asking. A little downward pull, and his dick sprang free of his briefs. Ron is from a gypsy background, olive skinned and with dark hair—and plenty of body hair. I’d never realized a man could grow hair on his cock shaft, but.