We were in a badsituation and she wasn't helping it any."Mom," Tyrone began, "and I don't use this term lightly, you're being abitch. A pain in my ass... Why not be a pal, like your son and make this easy."Mom sat in silence. "Her birthday's May 9, 1962." I offered.That worked. Tyrone and Jerome pulled out a bag that contained at least$8,000 thousand. Then they pulled out a manilla folder. "My, My, What do havewe here?" Put that back!" Mom almost jumped out of bed and Tyrone quickly had thegun. Patrick sat down at the kitchen table and began eating his food. He could feel Violet's eyes bearing into him, but he took satisfaction in knowing that the worst punishment he could give her was to ignore her, as he had done for most of her life. He ate as though he was alone in the room, refusing to acknowledge her presence at all. He decided that if she remained silent and didn't start acting up for attention he would save her some food. It was all part of the training process. The floor was. I painted her juices along the inside of her thighs and while doing so, Sarah bucked wildly and screamed in pleasurable agony. “Stop already you bastard…I need to be fucked”. “In due time my sweet” I said in a whisper. With her thighs now wet from her fragrant secretions, I blew my cool breath up and down both legs. I followed this by flipping my hand so that my nails and then my finger pads just ever so lightly touched her tanned skin…up and down her thigh careful not to tough her pussy lips.. I push her down to the bed and start my attack.I tongue her from her neck down to her breast, and alternate between them.I moved lower to her navel and give it a good navel button tongue fuck as she was enjoying it.The best part comes when I hit her pussy.It was already coated with her juice and she was super horny.My tongue just reached there and she was already in estatcy.I ate her as if that was the last pussy on earth; enjoying every bit of her labia.I started to coat her juice on my index.