“Oink, oink, pig.” A voice said over the spirit boxShe coughed and gagged more her pleasure rising. The tongue in her pussy, her tits being roughl... groped and fucked harshly.She felt the thick energetic dick slide in and out of her throat making the noise *gwock* *gwock* *gwock* over and over as the face fuck continued.“Slut” was whispered over the ghost box followed by a quicker slightly louder “whore”.She was almost there.So close they just needed to keep going a little longer.Her breasts. She grabbed my dick with her left hand as she bent over to start sucking the young stud on her right. He was maybe late 20s and really well built with a terrific looking dick that was also about 8 inches. Meanwhile, I reached out to fondle first her arm and shoulder, and then reached under her to feel her breast. Her skin had a wonderful softness and smoothness while her nipple was rock hard. At one point I even bent down to run my tongue across it. Soon she switched off and began to suck. She told me her mom had been having some problems and needed to rest, but she needed to go somewhere for a few hours and asked me if I would sit at her house just in case her mother needed something while she was gone. I agreed and went over to her house and decided to see if there was anything on the TV. It didn't take me too long before I was bored. I decided to peek in on the old lady, just to check on her. I slowly opened the door and she was laying on the bed. She had taken off her dress. All Gerald’s friends were in 4-H, so it seemed natural for him to be in 4-H as well. Of course, he couldn’t enter any of the animal husbandry categories. His family didn’t live on a farm. They lived in the suburbs. They didn’t even let him keep rabbits like Brian did that year. But for some reason, his mother thought he needed something to keep him busy this summer, so she entered him in three different projects in the 4-H Club. Head, heart, hands, and health, his mother said. It was a mantra.