She crumpled but righted herself to the penitent position: buttocks on ankles, hands in lap, head down.With one finger, I raised her chin to view my p...lsing, thick-veined cock bobbing in the air. Without touching myself, I ejaculated my first load. “Uh…Uh… Uhhhh.” Thin, clear fluid sprayed her face. She quickly opened her mouth. I used this liquid as lube and stroked myself—once, twice—a long thick stream of creamy white cum exploded out of my cock and down her throat. “Ah, gods, fuck.. “I don’t care if the government person is a lowly mailman. If he refuses to sell a stamp to a Gangin because he’s a Gangin, then the Mailman is dead. That’s it. Short and simple.”“You can’t go around killing everyone who isn’t nice to a Gangin.”Pen Aleksy said, “I won’t. If some average guy doesn’t want to hire a Gangin to mow his lawn because he’s Gangin, it doesn’t matter to me. I really don’t care. That’s a personal issue between the guy who wants his lawn mowed and the guy wanting to be. That meant I was sitting across from no less than three generations of Brown females. There was Mrs. Brown supposed to be forty-nine, her daughter Tina in her early thirties and the granddaughter at age sixteen. The granddaughter’s name was Honey and she was named well because she was about as sweet as any young girl could possibly be and she was obviously still pretty naïve and innocent for a girl being brought up in the city.I tried to picture the three women in bikini bathing suits and saw. My hand slid around from her smooth ass to the soft mound between her legs, which was already damp through the flimsy thong."I've been waiting for this all day," She whispered into my ear.I kissed her again, and let one hand continue to work her breasts while the other hand massaged and played with her pussy through her thong.She undid my belt and threw my pants down, then reached at my rock-hard cock. Her hands were then all over it, one rubbing the shaft up and down, and the other hand.