Most of the men folk were still at the river bringing in the catch." Her voice hitches as she tries to hold back the tears. "There were 4 of us girls....And mama. Oh what they did to mama. I am so ashamed." She pulls her hand away and hides her face. "They laughed and made us watch. She was bleeding bad when they left. Coop said that because she was too old they could have her now and then take the rest of us later." She breaks down completely now. Crying so hard that she can't talk."My mama is. Take it all.’Her ass squeezed around my cock as she milked every drop out. The head of my cock still finding its way deep inside as my shaft softened, Sam still wiggling under me, her ass bucking extruding each drop out of my softening cock.‘Fuck babe fuck that was great. I love the way you fuck my ass. Oh god yes… that was sooooo good.’Sam showered and left for her yoga and the next two hours were for me to entertain myself.After a nice long shower I decided to grab a book I was wanting to. I located the place on my map and took a trip, checkbook in hand. I found an old farm house that looked like it was going to fall over at any moment. The barn behind it was in worse shape. I managed to get up the porch stairs and knocked. Soon a bent-over old lady that must have been in her nineties answered the door.She ushered me in and we shared some coffee. She told me the story of the trailer. Her nephew had bought it and had it re-conditioned as it was pretty old. He'd gone to Afghanistan. " Such as?" Well, belly buttons..." Yes, I can see that," I said, thoughtfully. Sure, a pierced belly button. That wouldn't be so bad."The tongue..." Tongue?" Yes, and also ... um..." he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. "Cunt lips." Where?" I swear I hadn't heard him correctly.He just looked down at my crotch. My eyes turned as round as saucers. "You mean??"He just nodded.And so I found my self at the piercing and body-tattoo parlor. It was one that Carla had recommended, run by a.