About twenty minutes later, we're ready. I tell her how gorgeous she is and she tells me that she isn't. I continue to tell her that she is until she ...inally agrees with me. I hear a knock on the door and I begin to wonder who it could be. I go into the living room and open the front door. It's our parents. I wasn't sure what to do, so I tell them to come in. "Wow what a nice place." Dad says. They sit down on our leather couch. Alyssa comes in the room and we sit down next to them. "We're. Wesley was ready with bales of hay, and he threw them up on the back. Then he threw three full gunny sacks of cattle cake up and crawled up to dump them into the feeder that would allow the driver to distribute it without having help. He sat down on one of the bales and patted the top of the truck to give the signal it was okay to go. Lance grinned and gunned the truck for a moment, knowing it would catch Wesley off-guard and send him lurching back. It was a bit of a game they played every once. He started feeling my tits and my hard nipples. Then he knew I was really excited…I was surprised but even more aroused when he reached between my legs and just helped himself, as I was not wearing any thong. I gasped, trying to hold back a loud moan, as he slid his finger in my wet pussy. Sitting next to the dance floor, his other black mates were smiling, watching me moan and sigh as Stuart finger fucked me.He soon made me cum in his fingers, with a long muffled groan. Stuart did not stop. Without a word he dug in, alternately eating and squinting at the newspaper in the dim light.When Cheryl finished she rinsed her bowl and put it in the dishwasher. She had her winter coat and heavy boots on when her father deigned to notice her."At least one of my daughters gets up before the sun," he said when she came back to the kitchen. "The day's wasting away already."She gave him a kiss on the cheek, gave her mother one, collected her books, and left. She had 15 minutes before the bus.