She was so unpredictable, so limited in attention span that, for all I knew, the whole scrabble incident might have been just a passing whim. It might... have been a mere hint of an idea that popped into her brain thirty seconds before she came up the stairs. She was that volatile.But it wasn’t happening. Day to day, I grew increasingly frustrated because unrelated events, the hustle and bustle of the end of the school year, the thousand things that always needed doing on the farm, and the close. Suck my titties, Charley.“FUCK MY CUNT, JOSEY. I feel a big cum coming down the tubes. Give me a good one and keep right on plowing my ass with that damn big fucking pussy plow when you do. I want more and more. OH FUCK YES.”“Give her all you got, Josey. Fuck her like you did me and make her cum a river full. FUCK, I’m getting horny as hell watching Jesse get fucked by your cock the first time. Ram that cock in her cunt, Josey,” Charlotte hollered as I slammed my belly against Jesse’s butt with. So they followed me home. My mom opened the door. They immediately crossed me and they entered home without even asking.They started complaining about me. I was really embarrassed. My mom was a shy woman. She wore a shalwar kamiz that night and it was pretty decent. Still I could see one of the black. Police man laid his eyes on her. I could see it. But I didn’t do anything as I was scared myself. My mom was wearing a sort of dupatta on her head. I was able to see the lust in those ugly police. “How about now” and I slide all my fingers inside him. He let out a moan and pushed back. I twisted and turned my hand as it went inside and he responded by pushing back harder. “Ever been fist fucked slut” I asked “NOOOO” he sighed and I rammed my fist deep inside opening my hand and wiggling it . My wrist and part of my forearm inside I pulled my open hand up inside him and pushed out his belly. I pulled him up a little and took his hand rubbing it over his belly so he could feel the budge..