"Oh, shit!" she squealed with joy, feeling the moist hotness of his slurping mouth on her wiggly little cunt and the thickness of his tongue swirling ...round deep in her tingling pussy.Dee was watching them from across the room, where she was stroking Brian's hard naked cock. She often enjoyed having her cunt eaten out, but it was very erotic to watch a boy going down on another girl's cunt. She thrilled to the sound of his mouth and tongue slurping loudly on her little sister's slippery. Soon they were chatting away. Kelly had forgotten why he was there.As he continued their conversation Mr. Johnson was staring at her crotch and eventually nodded towards it. Kelly knew what he wanted. She also kept the conversation going as she spread her knees and pulled her skirt to her waist. Mr. Johnson smiled as he looked at her twat, which was getting wetter by the second. He nodded again, in the middle of a sentence about problems he was having with the guy who plows his driveway. She. Should he want this too, the papers will be waiting with a notary by the time we get back here. You will each individually talk to the family court judge at my orphanage over a video chat link, and we will let her decide.”“Porter,” I yelled out for him to hear me over the pool. “Dry off and get dressed. We need to talk about something.”I like being able to get the right tone of voice to have everyone think, “Oh shit.”Not saying a word until he buckled into the Ferrari made his sense of dread. I learned all the facts about it from our chat time with the Mom's while waiting for the turkey to cook.I learned that this thumb of land that we were on was a thousand acre parcel that at one time belong to Charlie Summers. Rumor had it that he was involved with bootleg whiskey in the twenty's and that was where he made his money. He owned a publishing company that printed papers, magazines and the like. The delivery trucks had false floors. They would pick up moonshine in the south along with.