My mom made tea for us to keep our energies.Next day, i started studying in veranda and he was in the house. In the afternoon, we had lunch. after din...er, i got tense because he was reading really fast and i decided to go on terrace for study.I studied till 11:30, and returned down, a little earlier than usual. i returned by my usual way from outer veranda, when i heard voices from one of the bedroom. I was tired and feeling sleepy. The sounds took me by surprise. I went close to the window and. .” I exhaled, “Those are best looking tits I’ve ever seen!” She smiled lovingly at me, “Come see how they feel.”I instantly began groping them and tracing around her soft tits. "They feel wonderful." I replied."Really?" She asked, "How about a closer look?" She pulled my face into the softness.I hungrily sucked on her stiff nipples and she moaned. I tried to pull as much of the soft boob into my mouth as I could. She moaned softly as I cupped them, feeling their weight and sucking the big hard. "Lady, it's no joke," said Al quietly. Then he bellowed, "Now, STRIP!"Al's sudden yell made both the women jump. Juliette began to sob. Al reached for the young woman and threw her across the well-upholstered back of a small settee. He held her against the soft leather her wet, denim clad, buttocks uppermost."Max," he said. "Get me that old coachwhip from the porch. I think I'm gonna have to teach these two up-market cunts a lesson."Max grinned and obeyed. Fiona tried to pull her daughter from. Another stream hit my hair, started to clear away the cum out of it. Another hit my tits (I heard laughter again, “aim for the nipple!”).“Now open your mouth,” said Owner. I did. And his stream arcs through the air right into my mouth. Again, that awful taste, and the knowledge that yeah, it was awful, and yeah, I loved it because I wanted it to be awful. Awful was what foul little cumsluts like me deserved.I felt owner’s eyes on my face. Watching me.So I stared back and started to swallow..