Breakfast at Milleson House was a casual affair. Mavis got up early and cooked, leaving the food on the stove to stay warm. The children were fed by o...e or two of the staff as they were pulled from their beds and dressed by the others. So they trickled into the kitchen in ones or twos, sitting down and waiting until food appeared in front of them. Bobby had learned, to his further amazement, that it was all right for him to feed himself whenever he came into the kitchen, and he did so this day,. ” Chrissie sighed. She walked over to Caleb. “I’ll fuck you.” She stared pulling off his shirt and shorts. Caleb was the youngest of us, at 13. He was tall and lanky, with a long thin cock, maybe 5 inches. Cassie’s hand shot up in the air. “I get Ryan!” She exclaimed. She started doing the same thing as her sister. Ryan was the oldest of us, at 15, but he was short and had a cock that matched. It was about 3 inches, but rather thick. Bree just walked over and started undressing me. I was the. " Gayle screamed. "Suck my cunt baby, suck mommies wet CUNT." The filth poured out of her mouth.Greg was astonished as the prim and proper woman he knew as his mother, devolved rapidly into a whore before his eyes. He knew some of it was the mania, he also knew the manic episodes often manifested in repressed desires. He found it interesting that sex was his mothers' repressed desire. It was probably a product of her strict upbringing as a child, he thought. Whatever the reason, the young man. There was mini-golf. There was junk food. There was skeet shooting. There were photo booths. Every inch of the of the park was filled with women who were excited and gracious if you gave them your attention.A lazy river, populated with floating tubes, slowly inched its way throughout the park. Bridges crisscrossed it running from games to rides to slides to food. It seemed to me to be where you’d go to cool off between chaos and sex. There was no rule against bringing the sex.I don’t think most.