"There's always the llamas and the buffalo," Franklin suggested."That's our hope," David suggested, "but they aren't as domesticated. We can't lock th...m in small pens during the winter, and if they can't find sufficient food they may starve. Either way, we'll have to see how they fare before we can consider them sufficient."David turned to the others, scattered along the pen's wooden fence poles. "We're on the horns of a dilemma, folks. I should focus on Melissa, as it will take my full. My grandfather wants to use your mouth and I want you to submit to him. Whatever he wants you do. Understood?" She quieted down and mumbled around grandpa's big dick something that I took to be a "Yes". She was submissive but needed to be told what to do firmly.While Wendy's bottom was being spanked by me and her mouth being violated by my grandfather's thick cock my mother reached over and plunged two of her fingers into Wendy's already wet pussy. Wendy's little cunt creamed my mother's hand. “Michelle, look,” I started. She ignored me. “Michelle? Hey listen,” I tried to get out as she started to breeze past me. “Hey. Hey! I’m talking to you, bitch,” I heard myself say before I could really think about it. “That’s more like it,” she said, turning on her heel, dropping her things, and jumping up on me wrapping her legs around my back. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Now we’ve been friends a long time. We’ve traded stories. You know I get rough in bed. You know I’ve got a flithy mouth.. Her death left himself and his now 18 year old daughter, Chelsea. Chelsea was the raven haired, blue eyed young woman with breasts to die for, coming in at D cup standing in front him now. They, in turn, had developed a strong bond in the years since.He had greatly loved his wife, who he had gotten pregnant with Chelsea when they were only 18 themselves. Her death was hard on both of them. Of course, he also loved sex. He spared no opportunities over the past five years, and on occasion even.