My son was suckling my breast as he’d done nineteen years before. He was back where he belonged. I was in heaven.Brian’s hands were squeezing my...butt cheeks for a while but then he moved them to my waist to assist me in bouncing up and down on his cock as he could see I was starting to get tired. It’s amazing how much energy it takes to ride a cock. As I dropped down on him further from getting tired, Brian flipped us over without his cock slipping out of me. Now he was on top of me. I. But who are you exactly?Your name is Emily Roden. You are coming from a middle-class family. You definitely aren't rich, but you live quite comfortable life. You parents have enough money to pay for a local college. Thing is, you don't want to go the local college, you want to go to one of the best in the country. It's not like you couldn't do that by taking a hard way - by learning and spending hours trying to remember things that would be totally irrelevant in the future. It's not that you. It's a suggestion and represents the norm for the three of us and which April and Jason have adopted. It's not a requirement." I paused. "Though you must realize that none of the three of us guys would mind seeing you naked." I laughed. Nola glared at me and then chuckled.Suzanne said, "That's not bad." She then stripped off her shorts, shirt, bra, and panties. "Now, the shoe's on the other foot. Strip big boy!"I laughed and said, "Okay!" I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts.. Going to the cottage's large kitchen, I checked those supplies -- plenty of beer, six liters of pop. The Murphys were already in their cottage next door. They might spare us a pan or two of water; but I hated to ask, since they had four people in their cottage, and our need was caused by sheer stupidity. I looked out the kitchen window in the direction of the Murphy house.On our lawn, ankle deep in mud, naked as the day she was born, Amanda was trying to rinse herself off. As luck would have.