"I have a surprise for you, too." She said. "I brought some KY oil. I want to make myself really slick." Do it. I've never messed around with oil bef...ore." I pleaded. She then treated me to a nasty show of her rubbing oil all over her tits and stomach. She turned and showed me her asshole, while she slicked it in and out of her hole. Her pussy was bald and she poured the oil in and around all of it. She rested her forearms on the ground, and her ass was stuck high up off the floor."Beg me to. Joey was his mother's favorite. They lived in an older suburb of St. Louis in a nice house and got along with most of their neighbors. Except the Kratzs'. But nobody got along with the Kratzs'. Pretty normal you would say. Even boring. And you would have been right except for Halloween. That's when everything changed. "Dad! Do I really have to take the Brat trick or treating?" Joey whined."Yes. Now no more back talk. And don't call your sister Katy a Brat." Why not - she is? And Dad, she's too. Oh well. So, I calmed down, knowing that I wasn’t going toget completely wet at least. I walked around the barnto the doors, staying clearly under its eves as the rainpoured. I knew that I had to be the one to go back tothe camp tomorrow, since I had been the one to walk awayin anger. So, I had lost the fight. I came to the big, sliding barn door and pushed itopen slightly. I looked inside and waited awhile for myeyes to adjust to the darkness. Just then there was aflash of. The picture of the two men ‘spitting’ her between them made her gasp and put the book down again. A few minutes later she was back and looking at more of the pictures until she came across one where the woman had one man below her as she rode him, and another man was up and behind her with his cock shoved deep in her ass. That had been too much. Molly stood up and marched over to the trash can and threw that filth away.Yet when Arthur got home that night, dinner was late, because Molly had.