I could see Deena on her back and the large black bull kneeling between her legs. “Hey cuck, come over here and I want you to line my cock up and gu...de it in your slut wife’s pussy. I could see what he was asking so I reached down and lifted his cock up to where her vagina should open and with my other hand split the long thick brown hair. I could see her hole open and her hair was dripping with her juices. I lined them up and he pushed into her and made her gasp for air. “Oh careful baby, it’s. She called to ask if she could come and stay with us for a while. I wasn’t sure that was such a good idea, but I talked to Rhonda and she agreed it might be for the best, at least for a few days. It would give them a rest from each other, a chance to cool down. We have that spare room next to yours. Would you have any objection to her staying with us for a few days?”For some reason that he couldn’t put his finger on, Eric was suspicious. He knew from recent experience that Rachael and her mom. Life continued on the Double-M and Two-C ranches after Marnie's death but it wasn't the life it had been before. Jacob found comfort in his children and with his remaining wives until Susan passed away without warning. She hadn't been ill, nor had she complained of any new aches or pains. She simply didn't come down for breakfast one morning in 1928. She was cold to the touch when Jacob and Ann went to get her. She was only one year older than Marnie when she died.A large portion of Ann died. She wanted to stay like this forever, his cock pulsating inside her, her cunt milking every last drop of his precious cum.“Oh god that’s good,” he said, holding her face pressed against his chest. She could taste the sweat on his body as her mouth sought his nipple. “You should have been a whore Mum, you could have made a fortune with a cunt that powerful.”“That’s naughty baby,” she replied, “fancy wishing your mother was a whore.”“Well you certainly act like one,” Laura’s voice came from the.