There were little tufts of cotton stuffed into the three openings that divided the 'underground' from the farm scene. They would stop the sand from fi...tering through the holes like an hourglass while I filled it from the bottom. The only disparity from the directions was that I had two bags of sand instead of one. The original bag already had the tear in one corner, which facilitated the pouring of its contents directly into the Ant Farm. Opening the top of the Zip-lock bag would make much too. Omar and ayesha were making out on the sofa, and i was standing there like a fool. I was going to stay over at his place, so had no option but to wait. I lit up a joint, and went out into the balcony. Inside, ayesha was moaning like a whore, coz omar was fingering her.She was shouting like a wild bitch, abusing him, squealing, i was seeing all this, and believe me, how i wished i was with her right now! She then kneeled down on the carpet, pulled down his pants and undies, and started licking. What was she going to do, Sandra thought, now insertingher fingers in her cunt and pushing them in? Shewatched Marcie turn the faucet knob and the womanjerking up in shock. Her daughter had turned the wateron in the woman’s asshole.It was only for a moment before Marcie turned it backoff but the effect could be seen through the lens asJennifer stomach seemed to be much bigger and the womanwas squirming in misery. Marcie had popped the hose outand stood up while the woman was shaking. I grabbed his hand, and guided him to play with my boobs. Now we both were enjoying, my pussy was making him feel good, and his hand on my boobs were exciting me more. After riding him for a while I got tired. I fell on his chest, and then rolled down taking him over me. His cock was still inside my pussy, and he was kissing around my neck. I spread my legs wide and whispered, “Fuck me.” My son started moving his cock inside my pussy slowly. I was enjoying it as he was going all the way down in.