.. a pure clusterfuck.“See, Master ... it’s your birthday ... you’re going to be used for our pleasure time and again today, and you know that y...u’ll love it, won’t you? You don’t have to be Mayor of Haven today. You can just be the man with many people who love him and can’t stand to leave him alone. We love the hell out of you and you know it, O Great One! Prophet, Lawgiver, all nice, but right now, you’re our man ... our lover ... our husband ... our Master,” Heather coolly announced, even. My Aunt emerged from under the table. Her hair a mess, face wet from my mothers pussy juice and my cum. Her pants around her thighs.Pants off my mother told her. Johnny I want her pants off now.I of course was more then willing to help my Aunt out of her pants. I pulled on them practically ripping them off. My Aunt to liked that. Do you still take it in the ass Fran, my mom asked?I do however it's been a while.Mount my si(s)ter Johnny, mount that bitch and take her ass. I want you so far up her. The girl was an angel, thought the bluesman... his palms careesing the surface of the drums, his fingers tapping against them. Jennifer was somehow aware of the peeks given by the middle aged bluesman, till an extent she found it to be sick, on the other hand...she didn't seem to mind a lot, she thought of it to be natural, knowing men were secretly beasts, she unhesitantly allowed the middle aged black man to ogle her, it was somehow the beat of his drums thatirritated Jennifer, gave her. I never had trouble getting a date for a dance or a movie, but living as far out as we did and with all the ranch chores, didn’t date very often. My mother and father were proud of me, they said. I am a hard worker, always helping my father and doing my duties without complaining. It was the way I was brought up. My dad, Frank, and my mother, Eleanor, ran the W2 cattle ranch, and although it was modestly successful it didn’t earn enough money to send me to state college in Billings. My school.