She started making cute noises, but she obviously tried to hold back the volume. Occasionally, she uttered a hollow ‘ugh’ sound, or sometimes a br...athy sigh. The harder and faster she rubbed herself, the wetter I heard her pussy become, and the wetter I felt mine grow.I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, and my heart couldn’t take any more excitement. I felt like I was about to have a stroke from the immense amount of pressure the thrill created. But I lay as still as possible, and I tried. To that came a handsome lad, who looked after the poultry. Joseph was his name and he was transferred to me from the local orphanage just a few days ago. He was twelve years old and carried a lovely face, and his most alluring little bottom was attracting my eyes and tickling my fancy whenever I met him. I decided to pay him a visit in his quarters in the outhouse, where he guarded my fowls. At the door I nearly bumped into the lovely Justine, carrying a basket of eggs - and just heard her. ”She then told me to stuff them in my mouth and to suck on them, to taste the sweat, pee dripping, her pussy juices, and the cum from the men she fucked that drained into them. Then she told me to kneel in front of her. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her pussy as she adjusted closer to me. You just keep sucking those nasty panties, I just want your face to smell of my pussy, I want to piss, squirt and cream, cum so hard all over your face. She held true to her word, she. She leaned against the wall and her left hand found her breasts again. She realized she still had the coffee cup in her right hand. With her bare feet still planted on the carpet, Brooke leaned against then slid down the wall. She carefully placed the cup on the floor next to her. Her knees were spread as she squatted behind the door. With her right hand she reached down to her clit and with her left from underneath, she rubbed her cunt lips anew. Brooke leaned forward again and peeked around.