.. ah fuck it, I’m too horny to argue.”I felt Aunt Lisa’s mouth close back around my cock as mom held my head in both hands and ground her pussy... all over my mouth, like she was trying to get her smell all over my face.“That’s right baby, eat mommy’s pussy, eat it nice and good,” mom moaned.With moms legs blocking my peripherals and her pussy directly over me, my sense of sight was gone, so I focused on the smells and noises around me. My sense of taste and touch was already being taken care of. Well, so I thought.I was getting what I had come to collect out of the cupboard when the younger of the Bridesmaids appeared in the kitchen. This was one of the girls I hadn't known. I complimented her on how she looked and coupled it with stating that all the Bridesmaids looked lovely. I also complimented the tattoo that she had on the back of her neck. I'd noticed it at the church.She smiled and suggested that she show me her other tattoo. I was happy to be shown, although I couldn't see any. Have Linda pull the bags from the car and then tell her she can go to her room for the night if shes done with her work for the day. They walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, Larain noticing the chef oggiling her on their way out. He walked past what seemed like thirty rooms before he opened one right before reaching the foyer in front of the stairs. It was a room lined with books a stool, a fainting couch, and a small dresser. He walked in closed the door behind them and then started. .." His friend said, 'you know, one time I had a beaver messing up my cattle pond. I never could get a shot at him. One day I was out by the pond and I saw that beaver. I didn't have my rifle, so I picked up a stick and pointed it at the beaver like it was a rifle and I said 'Bang!' And a rifle shot rang out and that beaver fell over, dead.' 'With a stick, ' the old guy said. 'Yeah, ' said his friend. 'What do you think?' 'The old guy said, 'I think somebody else shot that beaver.' 'Bingo!'.