” She waved her hands in dismissal as she replied, “It’s my pleasure! I love getting out of the office, and besides I was looking at the agenda ...for this thing… they have some really interesting panels lined up.” He shook his head. “I would never have thought that someone your age would use the term ‘really interesting’ about a financial accounting conference, but there you go. You madam, are a weird girl.” “Yep, that I am!” she said in agreement. Then she rubbed hands together and said, “But. He reached down to massage my tightening ballsI moaned.He began to move his mouth faster over me. He was fucking my cock with his face. As he started to run his other hand over my arse. I groaned.He began to stroke my anus with his finger.I groaned again. "If you don't stop I'm gonna cum," I gasped, feeling that telltale tingling in my balls.Suddenly, I felt his finger slide into my arse, he squeezed my balls. I grabbed the back of his head. My cock jerked and I felt a thick string of cum about. "Come in and meet my Ma. She'll be glad y'all came." We follow Brin in, making sure to stick close together.The interior of the farm house is neat as pin, but shabby. Old wall paper that is pealing on the edges go the ceiling. The wood floor looks scuffed and unpolished. The windows have curtains over the boarded up missing glass, trying to give the house a homey feel to it; only to miss that impression by the lack of furnishings except for a few old crates and a very tattered couch.Brin, leads. The oldest was maybe around forty but well built at about five foot, one or two inches, tall. The younger girls were the same height or an inch or two taller than she with young, tight bodies. The older one who had spoken was gorgeous. She looked to be about twenty. Standing over five and a half feet tall, she was firm and tan with an intelligent pair of eyes looking out of a sweet face crowned by long, flowing light brown hair. The hair of the other three was dark brown.I motioned for them to.