She smiled saying ok with me, your grandpa loved doing it there so I’m used to it.It seems your father hasn’t done it back there enough to keep yo...r mom loosened up and I’ll have to talk to him about that.We put our clothes back on and go back out to the others, mom is blowing grandpa again and I see dad and Lindsey out in the barnyard.After mom is done I unzip my jeans and say me next and she eagerly takes me and sucks me off.A gram is happy to see me getting into the swing of being a man in. And yet Polly has taken against Judy and is whole-heartedly in favour of Pebbles—even though my stage name owes more to Hanna-Barbera than it does to Malcolm McLaren. I’d much rather listen to Orbital or D’Angelo than anything by Black Sabbath or Queens of the Stone Age. My guess is that ever since she became such a fervent convert to Crystal Passion, anything and everything that reminds her of what she most often used to champion is now the very thing she least wants to associate herself with.. ..boring? Isaunter over to my desk and bend over it as I scroll through Spotify. Tomake sure Sean isn't too bored I make sure to give my ass a little swayback and forth as I browse. Beyonce, yes. "Partition"? Oh yes, that'llbe perfect.I don't have Queen Bee's moves, but I make up for it with enthusiasm. Istand with him still to my back and turn to look over my shoulder,slowly popping my hips to the beat of the song. I bring a painted nailto my lips and suck it between my red lips. I spin to. To this day, I don't know why I did it...I gasped.Like a high school girl watching a movie where the main character takes off his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest, I gasped. Except I wasn't a high school girl, and this was no movie. I didn't gasp at the sight of his chest, which, on its own, was beyond impressive.No, what had taken my breath away was between his legs. This man's cock. I mean to tell you, his cock was like no other cock I had ever seen before. Not that I make it a habit of.