~"Thank you Lord, for this meal on our table," my Father muttered, neck bent at the head of the table.In all twenty years of my life, I don't think he...s ever thanked me, nor my Mother for making dinner."We offer thanks and gratitude for this house and this family. And know we are blessed to have you watching over us. Amen."I picked up my fork, finally able to eat, but the lukewarm pile of grey and beige on my plate, slowed my urge.~Cleaned the kitchen and dishes. Fed the cows. Checked the hens.. I carried on watching TV and when it was time to go to bed, I noticed they were asleep, so I left them curled up together. I felt her getting into our bed at three in the morning, but she turned her back to me.At breakfast I asked her did she sleep with Benji until she came upstairs, and she said yes, I asked were you not cold, she said no he was so warm, I could have stayed with him all night. We got home from work and Benji was waiting for her and pushing his head under her skirt as she was. I had just finished the stuffing when I heard a loud motor coming up the hill from the road.I grabbed the pistol and stuffed it in my belt and went out to the front porch. I didn't know who was coming up the driveway but it wasn't someone I had invited. The vehicle that topped the hill was something out of a junkyard and an old collector car. It was an El Camino body mounted on a four-wheel drive chassis and it was loud enough to wake the dead. It was about four feet high with the lift kit and. John groaned in ecstasy. Mandy gagged a little and her tongue rose subconsciously, deflecting the flow of his semen allowing it to collect in her mouth. John’s prick continued to jerk and pumped what felt like gallons of his seed onto her tongue. She enveloped his cock head in her mouth again, twirling her tongue around his glans, greedily mopping up the remnants of his load “Mmm” murmured Mandy circling her tongue around her mouth, enveloping it in a coating of his jism. It didn’t have a.