"What was going on? Her cousin was gasping for breath - as if she had just run a mile. "Jess - are you alright? You sound... funny." What was going on..."Don't be sil - uh - don't be silly GiGi - uh - GiGi don't be silly it's - UH - everythin - UH - all OK - UH."Suddenly Georgia knew just why her cousin sounded the way she did. "You're not alone are you, Jess, is it him - that man, that Black man that was at your house?" UH - no it's not him - UH - its Antwan who's an even - UH - better - UH - UH. .." lots more nodding " ... and then stepped out. I heard him shout something, uh, 'wait, ' maybe? not sure, and then he came flying out, as you said."Many more nods and lots of "That's what happened" "Yeah, I saw that too" "The kid wasn't even in the room when Abover tripped; he was out here..." That got lots of yeses too.I looked at Abover. His face was white and screwed up in agony. Nobody was paying any attention to him and he clearly was in no shape to join our conversation; then I heard. The other girls moved in, and alternated having Mark in their mouths.“Michelle, is it okay if I…”“Go on, Kris.”Mark prepared himself as Michelle moved and kissed him on the lips.“My girls are amazing. Stay hard for all of them or no sex for the rest of the week,” Michelle threatened.Mark grinned, “Of course.”Kris sat down and guided him in. They watched her eyes flutter back as she began to move more, pushing him further in. Stacy sat behind her and grabbed Kris’s tits, kissing her neck and. Dad never a great walker, was soon left way behind, the younger fitter lad knowing the way from the trip out, leading the way, snapping away with his new little camera, , a birthday present. Mother always a fast walker, bustling along keeping up and soon leaving dad wandering along as he usually did far behind, her happy to be with the boy and to be photographed in the lovely scenery. They passed across what seemed to be an old meadow, the gate long open in the old dry-stone wall, mother.