“Good morning, Tom and Dick, don’t you boys have any chores to do on your place?”The two troublemakers laughed and almost fell off the fence tog...ether but they quickly answered,“You are certainly a silly goose, Miss Amanda, our Pa won’t let us near any of the equipment ever since his best tools were broken because we were playing soldiers and using them as spears. He thinks we are more hindrance than help and told us to stay out of the way until dinner time.”Amanda jumped up on the fence and. I inhaled long, deep breaths of the cool evening air that was spiced with the scent of mist and pine, strode to the front door and inserted my key into the knob. The exhaustion, coupled with a spike in testosterone and endorphins, made my hand fidgety, but I enjoyed the sensation nonetheless. My town-house felt hot and stuffy, as I stepped inside, so I shed my sweat drenched t-shirt and socks, as I kicked off my shoes and placed them at the foot of the stairs. Beads of salty droplets stung my. So, yeah, Kid, I gotta tell you, I don't disagree with the decision to let you go." It's hard to take, Dewey. Real hard!" It always is, Kid." Fuck! I don't have anywhere to go, Dewey! What do I do? Go on home and get some half-assed job in an office somewhere? I want to be a ballplayer, goddamn it!" You can try to catch on somewhere, Freddie, but believe me, it's only going to prolong the agony for you... Unless..." Unless what, Dewey?" There's maybe one thing you could do. It's a real long. ”“I know,” Mom said then giggled.Her mirth turned to moans as my futa-sister yanked the gusset of Mom's panties to the side exposing a thick, dark bush. My futa-sister buried her face into the tangle of silky strands to lick at our mother's pussy.I swallowed, my pussy clenching. Mom groaned. Her fingers twisted her nipples while she squirmed on the chair, the plastic creaking beneath her. It was clear she loved what my futa-sister was doing.“Oh, wow, Isidora,” groaned Mom. “Ooh, you could give.