You’re really making me work for it. I struggle to relax my gag reflex until my bottom lip is flush with your balls. You hold there for a moment, as...though admiring the view of my lips stretched wide around the root of your cock. “Fuck.” I hear your long deep sigh. “Look at that pretty mouth, all filled up.” With handfuls of blonde hair clutched tight in your grip, you begin to thrust in and out until obscene noises emanate from my throat, and saliva, milk and pre-cum bubbles up to the. My parents always teased Greg and me that they planned to spend it all before we ever saw an inheritance.I didn’t want to worry about them and hoped that my success would give them a leg up. What I didn’t want to happen was to have my little ones turn into trust-fund kids like some Wesleyan students seemed to be. I said as much to the assembled group.All the details started to give me a headache. I was sure this was something they didn’t need me for. I picked up Carol and found my keys.“We’re. I got room and board, Sundays off (That was the day the first group left and the second group arrived.) as well as a small salary.If you can picture, a young, virile (read HORNY!) teen-ager being FORCED to put up with attractive females running around in bathing suits(!) you see my situation. Having been raised on a farm I also helped the wrangler at times with the horses (Another place you found lots of the girls!).Brian and I soon developed a system what worked WONDERFULLY! We would flirt. I stayed buried in her and stopped moving."How are you doing, baby?" Samantha asked softly."Full, Mom, but good."Samantha smiled and slipped her hand from my hip to Tabitha's pussy and stroked her clit slowly."Oh, God! That's amazing," Tabitha gasped.Samantha switched her hands and put one on my ass to signal me to begin slowly stroking while her other hand tapped Tabitha's clit in a similar rhythm.I tried to think about the storm and the dead and anything else that might hold off my orgasm to.