My fingers caress my balls and I fantasize that it IS my tongue tracing around Donna's hot pussy, tasting the nectar flowing from her body.As I finger...MY ass, I imagine my tongue probing HER puckered little ass hole and tickling her clit. I glide across every ridge and wrinkle, tasting her, rising her to new heights.Slowly my fingers curl around my shaft. It's so hard! My eyes close as I give in to the tight sensation of my hand sliding up and down the length, building speed to match my mental. When I started munching and took a good look at what was on my plate I was surprised to find a couple of fried eggs in the mix. Where in hell had they come from? I didn't have to wait long to find out.Taachachi came over as I was slurping them up and started bragging on Mita. She was the egg finder and I was proud of her too, but I still wondered where in the hell the chickens had come from. With a few questions I learned that these weren't from chickens. Mita had found a guinea's. Fuck my pussy the way the dogs do. You're so good at that. Mommy loves her little doggie boy with his cute little doggie bone."Robby beamed and shucked his shorts. Karen turned to nudge Buddy awake and said, "Get in the back and make room for a real stud." Fuck you! I was comfortable. You get in the back, bitch!"Wrong timing. Karen scooped the dumb shit up and tossed him into the back, then leaned across the seat to stick a finger in his startled face, yelling, "You had best learn when and when. Tiffany usually had a little bit of a confident swagger and an aloof expression. Still, in that moment, she looked utterly vulnerable, and it was very hot – even though she was my sister.The part that neither of us was prepared for was that my mother was holding the same pose. I had seen her plenty of times on a tiny ten-inch screen. I had never seen her naked in person. My mom’s long red hair was around her shoulders. She held her mouth open wide like she was waiting for a cock to be stuffed.