There’s certainly enough clay here for what we want, plus a million times more.” It only took a couple of minutes for Phillip to dig out enough of... the clay, and they sat down to pick the smaller rocks out of it.In a few minutes, they had enough clay to fill the small, plastic lunch pouches. “I wish we had a bucket. Maybe we could use...”“You are not going to bake clay in my cookware,” Dessie broke into say.“It will wash. It’s only dirt. We can wash the pan in the lake and sterilize it the way. I sighed, but she let it go as I picked up another forkful, this time with much more semen on it. I half-gagged at the taste of the thick, salty globs sliding down my throat. I swallowed several times but couldn't get the taste out of my mouth and off my lips. As I got used to it over time though, and didn't think too much about it, it really wasn't so awful bad after-all. I was hungry and went ahead and finished the salad (I wasn't allowed to eat anything else anyway until it was gone). It was. Uncle Joe was trying to push his cock inside my butt. “Relax baby, its okay, just let him in,” I heard my father say. Stunned to hear him say this as I felt the awful stretch and ache at my tiny rear entry. “NOOOOOoo” I cried, as it hurt so, so much but nothing changed except the feeling of the pressure increasing. “Gawd she’s tight,” Uncle Joe exclaimed to which dad replied, “I know.” I then felt myself bite my lower lip hard as I felt something give, and the feeling of a warm wetness and. “Show me!” He demanded.Robyn finally pulled the blouse wide open to give him a full view of her young fat fleshy mounds and hardening pink nipples.“Holy fucking hell!” He murmured as he gazed at her amazing chest and she felt the cool breeze in the room around her heavy breasts. “You like them?” She asked innocently.“Fuck………………………………………. Oh fuck, yes………………yes!!” Dazza exclaimed and she felt his hands suddenly reaching out and grabbing them, squeezing the nipples hard. Robyn’s initial.