She slowly got up and moved over to our heavy breathing friends. I followed her on unsteady legs.Joan’s face was a study in ecstasy, her mouth gaped...open in a silent scream, her eyes shut tight and her neck arched backwards. Helen’s lower face was buried between Joan’s thighs and her jaw working feverously. I supposed she was fucking Joan with her tongue. I dropped next to Joan and started licking her nipple. Another moan escaped from her throat. Amanda massaged her other breast before she. The voices seemed to be coming from directly overhead. I strained to look above me but saw no apparent stairway or opening in the ceiling.I walked back farther into the barn, past some heavy farm machinery that appeared to have been parked there a long time. There wasn't much space to squeeze past, and a lot of the equipment had protruding parts that caught at my sweater.About two-thirds of the way back, I noticed a ladder propped up against an open trap door in the ceiling. Carefully stepping. " Isabella raised herself on her elbows and looked her aunt in the face, "Of course, auntie. I love you too, I want to make you happy." Connie was too embarrassed to look at Isabella directly as she made her request, so she drew her close again and whispered in her ear, "Oh darling, auntie is a grown woman who has womanly needs, I haven't had a husband for 3 years. I need to feel another person's hands on me, down there, so that I can have proper satisfaction. Do you know what I mean, little. Can you come pick me up at the front of my neighborhood? I have Foxy, but she can probably just chill, right?” “Yeah! I’ll be there… In like fifteen minutes. Bye!” I hang up the phone and take out another cigarette. Walking towards the front of the neighborhood, I light up and take a deep puff. I smile. Who cares if my parents are Mormon? Who cares if I get kicked out? Life is too fucking short. I watch Carolina’s old car putter to a stop and I climb in. “Hey there, gorgeous,” Carolina greets.