Making trouble and spilling their guts to low-land revenue men."Poor Otis just got caught in the middle. That don't mean he is a mean-spirited boy. He...just likes to finish what he starts. He got that from his Daddy. His Daddy was a real hell-raiser. That man could hold his drink better than anyone I purely knew.But this tale is not about his Daddy. This story is about Otis and that poor sweet Ida Mae. You know, Big Tom Stewart's little girl from the Corners over on County-line road. She is such. She kissed him and gladly accepted his hand fondling her right tit. Her hand fell to touch his hard cock. Hanna and Jenny looked at the other, “I want him feeling my tits too,” Hanna said.“Me too, whatever you want to do with Dan, I want it too!” Jenny proclaimed.Hanna interrupted them by placing her arms on his legs again. She lowered her head, filling her mouth with water and spit at Dan’s cock. She repeated the same action, the water coating it.“You’re a little cock teaser, aren’t you?” he. Tracy ran one of her hands up under Heather’s tank top, firmly gripping one of her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She never wore a bra with a tank top—she always loved to tease the boys. Without thinking about what she was doing, Heather found her own hands snaking up under Tracy’s T-shirt. Feeling her friend’s long torso, her rib cage, and finally Tracy’s small, but perky tits. To Heather’s surprise, Tracy wasn’t wearing a bra either.Tracy leaned back and took off her shirt, raising her. I don't know how long that BJ lasted but I know she brought me to the edge several times before I demanded. "I need to cum woman. Make my prick shoot. Now!" I had never felt anything so wonderful. My cock exploded in my mother's mouth, shooting wad after wad of my thick cream into her mouth. I could feel her mouth and throat pulsating as she swallowed as fast as she could.As my member slid out of my mother's hot mouth she kissed my thighs, straightening herself out and up pulling my tee shirt.