Are you my fuck pig, Jessie?”Very muffled, with his cock stuffed down my throat, I tried to exclaim, “yes, Sir!”When he was ready to give me a b...eak, he let go of my head and took a step back as he stroked his cock in front of my face. I was gasping for air as all the thick wet spit ran down my face and chin and onto my shirt.“Catch your breath now, because I’m not done with that hole yet, Jessie. Now, use four fingers to fuck your throat.”I did as I was told.“Deeper. Let me hear you gag.” All. So he took a step back, and then another. And Aron just followed.“Ah, damn, Alex, stop playing,” Aron complained, but the same bright smile he had in the car was tugging at his lips now. “I missed you too much.”Aron suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. His lips were hard and Carter pushed back. That had the strange effect of a bouncy ball smacking against hard mass. Carter tripped and fell on his back, his legs in the air. Good thing he fell on the couch.“You little...” Aron. For some reason Peter manage to hide his erection. After what happened that night I know why.Xandra got up abruptly, and wanted us to stand before her. Like two slaves we got off the bed and stood in front of her as she knelt before us. We stood there touching and feeling her hair and face. Now she became active. Peter & I were standing side by side. I looked down at her and for the first time saw another man’s cock. I heard Sandra gasp when she saw it. It was huge. She too had never seen such. You'd have to sell what you can at distressed prices, for animal feed, or to the oil processor people. You'd end up with fifty to seventy cents a pound."In going over the sales records I had noticed that my parents had sold part of their crop in one place and the rest in another. The Newberry Springs Farmer's Cooperative received most of the crop for the first two years they had the farm. That was when my father had been alive. Mom sold about eighty per cent of the crop to S&S Produce last.