Conjuring Mandy’s demon didn’t take a lot of work. It was always there, repressed by outdated patriarchal dogma and ridiculous religious doctrine ...perpetuated by her mother, her father, and her worthless husband, high on his own misguided sense of superiority. Lust and pleasure finally cleared Mandy’s lens and she saw her world for what it truly was. She was ready to indulge in the only true spirit, which is that of the flesh. It would have been easy to pull out my cock and get to work on. . you name it. There was even the requisite green Jell-O salad with flecks of shredded carrot in it. By four o’clock, the younger kids were all gathered around the ice cream makers, cranking the handle and stealing bits of rock salt to eat like candy. There were plenty of soft drinks and beer for the adults in ice chests, and even a bottle of wine or two. Of course, there was watermelon. You’d think all we had to do all day was eat.Well ... yeah.My girlfriends were in high demand and Beth stood. She licked and slurped down the sides, all the way down to his balls, which she took into her mouth, one at a time. She worked her way back to the top and started to suck again in earnest. Pete’s cock had hardly softened. She knew that if she brought him back this way, he’d be able to go for hours. She loved Pete’s staying power, they’d been known to have marathon sessions covering most of a day. He wasn’t all that adventurous, though. Before they’d got together, he’d never tried doggy style,. "You got the cooler, Brody Boy? This here's an 80-80 mornin' a'ready." 's on the porch, Pa. I'm jist fixin' to get 'er in the truck."The old man nodded and continued wiping his face, idly waving his broad-brimmed hat with his other hand to cool down the already darkened sweat band. Brody climbed the porch steps to retrieve the cooler and glanced at the fancy thermometer his brother, Amos, sent last Christmas. The top dial indicated 83 degrees. The middle one said the humidity was 81 percent..