'It's all arranged,' he said. 'Their leader, their 'boar,' as they call him, will be coming on a week on Monday. He'll explain their particular requir...ments much better than I could.' Reluctantly, he went and dressed, and then drove away. He would, he said, take time off whenever we asked and come over to help prepare the sties, bringing Justin with him to help if possible. The days passed without further incident. We had paid for the batteries with much of the sum borrowed from Jason, who. Slowly he began to push his hips forward as the tip disappeared into my eager mouth, our eyes never leaving each other as the rest of his thick shaft slithered towards the back of my throat.“You look so good with daddy’s cock in your mouth.” Simon smiled down at me. Just then we heard the front door open.“Dad, I’m home!” Carl shouted from the hall.“Shit!” Simon quickly pushed me off his shaft as he stowed it away in his shorts. I followed suite, standing up swiftly and wiping saliva and precum. “Fuck!” she screamed. Oh yes, I thought. We’re getting to that part. I knelt between her legs. Her pussy was so wet, I slid my cock along it as the slut squirmed. I watched all eight inches sink into her. Fuck I love that first thrust. She does too, apparently. A stream of “fucks” and “shit!” and a few other choice words flowed out of her. It was insensible babble, really, but translated from the language “Sluttish,” it basically meant one thing: “Fuck me like you own me.” Which of course, I. She carefully went downstairs, avoiding the familiar squeak on the third step. Mary quietly opened the lounge door and as her eyes became accustomed to the inky darkness she made out the large sofa on which David was sleeping. There were no light on in the room so she carefully pulled the curtains apart slightly to allow a shaft of moonlight to slide across the room and bathe young David in its silvery glow. He stirred and turned his face towards her. Mrs. Ellis? He mumbled. She was relieved.