His wife or Ann, it really didn't matter, as long as his lust for stimulation and satisfaction was achieved. More and more he was suggested another vi...it to the farm. This time he didn’t keep it a secret and he detected a change in mood as both Rhonda and Ann seemed accepting of what he saw as inevitable. That they would, having enjoyed the fake horse cock, entertain the idea of the real thing. He was careful not to press too hard and scare them off. Just gentle hints made at times when they. His mother Diana Peterson had something very special in store for him this day, a birthday she was sure he'd never forget. Even though she was 36, her body was quite firm and toned due to yoga and other physical activities keeping her lovely ass taut and even more gorgeous rack which was an amazing 40 Double D quite perky, her height was about 6 inches below his own putting her at just the perfect hugging height for him. She stood 5 ft 6 inches. Skyler hadn't thought too much on this day. I milked his cock greedily, wanting more of his cum. He moaned out my name as he was cumming. When all of his hot cum was down my throat, I look up at him and he pulled me to him, our lips meting and our tongues dancing on each other. He flipped me over so I was now lying on my back. His kisses burned my skin as they moved closer towards my wet pussy. He slowly pulled down my panties, revealing my cleanly shaven cunt. He spread apart my legs, kissing my thighs, but never touching my pussy that. They didn’t upset me because it was all boasting and he’d obviously failed. I’d seen Tara and I’d seen Angie and all of us were okay. Well, mostly okay.“He had a place all ready,” I explained. “A place where he could keep us in cages and only bring us out when he wanted us to entertain him. A place where we could scream as loud as we wanted because nobody would hear.”I remembered the way his face had looked as he was saying that.“He was looking forward to making us scream,” I added.I looked at.