What’s it like?”I pushed my mug across the kitchen table, handle towards Mel. “It’s hot, so sip it gently.”Mel took a sip, then immediately ...wrinkled her nose. “How can you drink that stuff! There’s no sugar in it.” The mug was propelled back in my direction.“It’s an acquired taste,” I admitted.We resumed drinking our preferred beverages.A thought occurred to me. “What time do you have to be home by?” I asked Mel.“An hour earlier than yesterday because Mum will finish work and make dinner. Being the good PI that he was, he came back to me the next day.As I thought Mr. and Mrs. Burns did own the farm, but there was still a substantial mortgage on the property. He couldn’t access their bank details, as that was against the law. But with a little gossiping with some of the ladies from town, he had been to find out that they had a little credit with some of the stores. But they paid their bills on time. They were frugal with purchases, getting cheaper versions if they could rather. Peggy grasped Mathilda’s ass cheeks and pulled her against her mouth. Mathilda pressed down on Peggy’s mouth and squirmed against her probing tongue. Mathilda shivered and shook with the intensity of her orgasm and covered Peggy’s face with her love juices. Peggy came again quickly with Marcel’s cock in her pussy and she moaned deep into Mathilda’s cunt. Marcel continued to fuck Peggy driving her toward her next orgasm. Mathilda’ pussy was flowing into Peggy’s mouth and her juices were gobbled. I brought her to the edge of squirting several times and backed off, this raised her sexual tension to incredible levels. She was in such a frenzied state she probably would have fucked the dog if he was the only thing there to fuck.The bulls have arrived and as instructed they stripped naked and sneaked into our bedroom waiting for me to give my wife to them. The first bull took my place between her legs and kept doing what I had been doing to her. After a while he knelt between her legs and.