”“Since you enjoy laughing so much, old man, why don’t I help you out a little, too,” I heard Mom interject before I could get in a good comeb...ck.To my immediate right, I heard Dad’s laugh grow in intensity as Mom obviously started pushing his buttons just as skillfully as Erika had pushed mine.“How about here, Bob? ... How about in this area?” I heard Mom say over and over, until Dad, too, was yelping and gasping for air. After a couple of minutes, it was Erika announcing, “There he blows!”I. Don't bother thebees and they won't bother you.I was just taking some cuttings from the roses when it happened, I caughtmy finger on a thorn and drew a little blood. Thinking nothing of it, Ijust went inside and washed it under the tap. Feeling a little faint, Igot myself a glass of water and sat myself down in the living room.That was when I noticed it. My finger, was it turning... green?It was. Then my whole hand. I touched it with my other hand. It felt likea plant stem. Shit, this wasn't. She was in her fifties, skinny as a dry stick, like all the fluid had been sucked out of her. Her hair was pulled back into a bun so tight her face was permanently stuck in a scowl. She was like a vulture, always hovering at the edges, waiting to swoop in and devour a dying animal. Ms. Shelly, this is work, not a coffee social, she snottily said, looking down at me over her long nose. Stop flirting with Mr. Upton and do your work. I need those Medicare invoices. I wasnt flirting, Mrs. Dicks, I. We all collapsed on the wet grass, the two women hugged and kissed me, licked the cum from my belly and let me taste it on their lips. Karla eventually pulled me over, moved down on me, took my semi-erect cock between her assets and titty-fucked me, whispering sweetly, “Now I am in control, and you will not regret it, boy”.All I wanted was to fall asleep, but they did not let me. We all got up and walked into the house, Frau Rach pulled out the sofa bed, and we laid down in the dark in front of.