“How do you even fart with this thing in your butt all day?” I released her butt plug.“I fart around it, Ma’am. I push it out slightly and rel...ase the gas, and I fart when I am permitted to take a shit, Ma’am,” she said.I scrunched up my nose. My Mom is expected to be super crude and vulgar anytime anyone asks her anything. She was always crude before this began but only when talking about OTHER people – not herself.I sat on her head and ripped a little fart. Joy didn’t complain. She let me do. Without collapsing on top of Goran, though, she sat up straight, his twitching cock deeply buried inside her.“The over-whelming force you promised Bartle was never going to be men, what it?” He shook his head with a smile. “But, Master, how would that be possible? When I have fucked your borsin, it was always with a boulder to use to position me. Besides, though your borsin might not be truly tame, it is not the same as being part of a wild herd. How could such a thing be done?”He smiled. “I’ve. I began to seriously study the stock market and found I had a talent for picking undervalued stocks. I reinvested my profits and continued to live a Spartan existence. Also, Mom continued to send me stock tips whenever she could so that helped, too. Fast forward two years. I received a call from my mother.“Your father wants you over to the house,” Mom said when I answered the phone.“That’s a surprise. What’s the occasion?” “I don’t know. He’s being very mysterious, but he says it’s. Laurel and Krista turned and looked at me just before they went through the door, and gave me the sweetest smiles. Then they walked down the aisle side by side, and I know it would have looked a little strange at one of those biggity, whooptydoo weddings uptown, but I love both of them, and I wanted both of them right there.Ooops! Suddenly she’s playing that song! Our turn!Hanging on to daddy’s arm was like hanging onto that big branch on the live oak in the side yard. It was strong and solid,.