"Why not?" He'll get mad?" She rubbed sand on her iron pot."Who, your father?" I jerked my thumb back up the hill toward the preacher who was warming ...up for another session, calling in the lambs as he said loudly, waving his long arms."No," she said. "He ain't. Uncle, that's what he is, sort of. Our folks died, got a fever las' winter." Sorry," I said. "He treat you all right?"She was silent and hurried back to the wagon and her reedy singing before I could even ask her name.The third. I moved back up, returning my focus to her clit. My lips sealed around it, and I drew my cheeks in. Tonya gasped as I sucked on her clit, providing an intense pressure. My tongue began working again as well, circling around her engorged button.Tonya was leaning against the back of the couch. Her thighs squeezed tighter around my head, limiting how much I could hear."Oh fuck, don't stop! I'm about to cum!" she screamed out, letting me distinguish her words.My tongue moved faster and pressed down. Again, with slow and smooth strokes, he traced the searing ruby over the design, the black ink being replaced by lines of crackling silver. Just like with Shaasta, the Furling's ass clenched and flexed tight, and his jaws clamped down hard on the leather bit as the electric fire traced its way over his rump. But unlike Shaasta, it was not a scream that was muted, but a heavy moan of agonized pleasure instead as his bottom burned and his cock emerged fully erect from its furry sheath. While. Even though they were emptied earlier in the afternoon, they still were filled with fresh hot semen for her. Janie was in awe of the realization that she was holding her best friend’s father’s genitals in her hands. Even better, they would soon be inside her.Janie lay down on the bed next to Rick. She pulled his hand close to her body and placed his open palm on her pussy. Janie closed her eyes and breathed deeply as she felt his fingers against her vaginal lips. She placed her face close.