“Oh, I was young and I just mistook Hilary Clinton for Bill Murray. Had a lovely afternoon with that.” mom waved Sveta’s question away. “The s...cond time? The second time was when I was already married to your dad actually.”“Bill Murray?” asked Sveta, still hanging onto her question.“With my dad?” I asked.“Ok. You two nosy shits get into the living room and I’ll bring a bottle of wine, got it?” mom asked, pointing at us, probably measuring our reaction.“We get to drink?” I asked, incredulous.. Death was not to be feared. Death was her friend, her ally. She would welcome his eternal embrace. Athe thought, on wings of a wind most chill, snow flurried about her frailty. This caused her frayed cloak to billow in an ominous portent of this event yet to be seen.Without warning, destiny was suddenly standing there on the frozen path in front of her. Lifting her staff in a manner to ward the danger away, the elder prepared herself. The Dawn of the Mist's future was swift in its approach, so. The bus ride for me was an adventure in it's self and when we pulled into the termial, there was Aunt Lelie with Lynda my cousin who was almost 15. I was shaking when iI left the bus but calmed down with warm greetings from them with Lynda telling me all about the animals they had. A twenty minute ride and tthere were at the farm. This is certaunly not like the city, wide open spaces, no other house in site and it smells differant too, I like this. "Come on" Lynda said "I'll show you the barn". Len rubbed his stiffness. Dan groaned.“What do you think, Dan? Isn’t that a perfectly beautiful pussy?” I suggested loud enough for Meg to hear. “Perfect symmetry, color, classic beauty, firm and supple texture, and she tastes soooo good. Mmmm. If you’re lucky, you’ll get a very close up view, or more. Feeling lucky?” Meg’s eyes widened, but she sat silently then looked between my wife’s long legs.As Sue lunged at Reggie, her beautiful, soaked pussy pulsed wider and her swollen bud jumped out.