He leveled the barrel of the gun at his father’s forehead. Through every inch of his body, he could feel his heart beating madly. Sweat had broken o... his skin, chilling as it left his pores. ‘This is for Kevin,’ he breathed, the words barely audible over the rush of blood that was filling his ears. The sound of the gun firing seemed distant, not even real. Tears and blood ran down his cheeks and he turned away from his father’s body as the man finally fell from the chair. He tucked the gun. Apparently Jennie loved them. Jennie sent Heather a few pictures of her pussy for me to have. Her pussy had a full bush of hair that had been cut short. Then she was holding her lips open with one hand and her lips were glistening with pre-cum too.Heather smiled and hung up the phone telling me, “She’s coming over for dinner. I better tell Mom. Stay right here and stay naked.”In a few minutes she returned and said that she was going to take a few more pictures of me. When she transferred them. She said holding a small riding crop in her hand. "Lie down on the bed James" Tina ordered me.I did as told and she crawled on top, placing her pussy directly above my face."Make me wet, very wet". She barked and she swatted my cock and balls with the riding crop.I dove in, I tongued her meaty pussy making it very wet, I swirled my tongue around on her clit which made her moan in pleasure."Good boy James, you have serious talent". Tina said through her moans."Now Andrew, get over here and jam. I said goodbye to Patty and thanked her for stepping in at the last minute to be a chaperone. All the time trying to act like we had a normal week at the cabin in the hopes that Peter would not notice that I was walking a little bow-legged because my pussy felt a little raw. I used Peter’s broken leg as an excuse not to have sex with him for a whole week as my poor delightfully abused pussy recovered.Of course, Peter’s leg healed and our annual trip with the boys got back to normal. But during.