And we had other stock for milk and meat. The discussion of sex was forbidden by my Southern Baptist parents, who required us to go to church twice on...Sunday, and for Thursday night prayer meetings, and that did not include the times when a traveling preacher came by to hold Revival Meetings. My cousins and I would skinny dip in a stream that ran through our farm and talk about girls and sex. We would talk about fucking and getting blowjobs. I wasn’t sure if girls would actually suck a cock,. My girlfriends and I would have sleepovers and talk about all kinds of things. Some of them thought I was nuts for some of the crazy things I did with my boyfriends, but I didn’t do that much. I gave a lot of hand-jobs, let them play with my pussy, and gave some blow-jobs, but hadn’t slept with many guys and always made sure to use birth-control. Anyway, my mother couldn’t go because there was some work conference or something she had to go to, and I was really bummed. Then my stepfather. I bet he'd be plenty happy pumping a few loads into you. What do you think. Maybe we should get him down here and you two could negotiate a new rent amount." As he said this, Jay's thick cock continued its assault, plowing my ass open, then withdrawing, only to ram back in deeply again.The thrusts were forcing grunts out from deep in my chest and I was powerless to stop them. Then to my horror, I heard the door down the hall, the door to Todd's apartment, swing open. My mind registered the. His second hits my cleavage. A direct shot, straight down the parting of my large tits - I can already start to feel it find its way between the cavern of my breasts before his third streak hits me, this time more horizontally, near the bottom of my breasts, with some of it finding the edge of my t-shirt.A fourth. Fuck, a fourth streak hits me and I’m not even sure where, I just know that my breasts are a hot, sticky mess that he’s covered from top to bottom, impressively so with the surface.