“I know that Jack and Joyce Johnson’s daughter goes there, and Joyce doesn’t work for Clifford & Jamison.” Bill was still too bewildered for h...r knowledge of the school to register.“But anyway,” Bill continued, “what school did Susan attend? She certainly seemed to like it.”“The Clifford & Jamison School,” Kris replied calmly, “and although she’s only been there for one day, Kris Clifford and Bobbie Johnson are already her best friends. You should see those three together. They are so damned. The jaw won. But my brain cleared up too, after a while — at least a bit.It cleared enough to let me think a very dark thought: was poor John the next clown? Had I been Myriam's "starter husband"? A poor sucker to discard when something better came along?It hurt me to even think like that of the woman I still loved. Besides, why would she conjure up such a Machiavellian plot? I mean, she herself came from rich stock. So my thoughts shifted at once to another explanation. Had Estelle used Myriam. You two have fun, and make sure that you lock the outside door before you start anything. The last thing we need are any unwanted guests.”My sister’s cheerleader uniform is left abandoned on the floor. My eyes follow my naked sister around the room, and Payton appears amused. My erection is more than obvious, and I couldn’t hide how I feel if I tried. Emma grabs several personal items, and she bounces into the washroom. Payton and I have been granted a few minutes to become better. .With a sudden meaty crack the farmhand slapped the cow's ass, and at that moment her climax ripped through her in a lightning flash. Her teeth drew back and her eyes felt like they would start from her head as she gave a low, groaning cry of surrender, screaming out her submission to the stranger servicing her.The farmhand grunted suddenly, jerked once, and his enormous cock burst inside her. With a last shuddering thrust he buried himself up to the root in her pussy. Fill me, pleaded the cow.