She understands me better than anyone, I think. If Katherine noticed that Agatha is a spitting image of herself, she never said anything. Agatha is tw...enty years my junior. Practically my daughter's age. They say she married me for my money, but all I got is land. She wears her blond hair short around her ears like my Kat, has the same round face. She even wears the same clothes. They share sometimes. I caught them last Christmas in Katherine's room, both in their underwear, swapping garments. They fucked into and out of sexual frenzy! She wore them out and they wore her out. In the late hours of the night they all talked to her. They made her feel more loved than ever and before they drifted into sleep, they all started calling her “MaMa”. She cried herself to sleep, with joy. Tony woke to Paula gently sobbing on his chest. He asked if she was OK, she said “yes, never better”. She continued sobbing, he kissed her, she said, “Tony, they're calling me “MaMa”. He replied, “that's. Finding my seeping lust-engorged cunt he begins the trip-hammer fucking so characteristic of his species. He drives his huge cudgel into me and I squeal softly into the pillow I clutch at the stretch as his grapefruit-sized knot hastily rips in and out of my sorely abused cunt. Then he unloads his hot copious puppy-makers into my well-used, thoroughly-abused orifice. My cunt is severely stretched, yet his knot doesnt prevent his lusty load from escaping around the edges. Sergeant Major. "Lacy hasn't done anything like that to me." I'm sure she will pretty soon - assuming Cindy told her what to do." I said as I turned back to look at the girls again. This time I noticed they were watching us talk. I gave them a wink and looked back at the fire. I was beginning to feel drowsy. "I'm gonna lay down for a bit. I'm feeling tired now." I said as I made my way towards the tent. "It's probably going to be hot in there." Cindy said."Oh well." I climbed inside the tent and laid down on.