The hot, humid breeze blew easily through their clothes, and Maggie could feel it tickling her thick light-brown bush. Indian Sex Goddamn, he was one lucky daddy. He and his youngest, Earl, had work to do around their little trailer. She was stroking Rocky at a rapid pace, his ten inch cock humping against her hand, all the while lapping up the juices from Molly’s excited cunt. Watching from below, Maggie’s cunt exploded in orgasm, as cum from Rocky and her lil’ sister poured out onto her face. Emmitt made sure the girls wore them every time he gave them chores. She gasped, screaming from pain and unknown pleasure as she felt the big ball lock inside her cunt. Looking up, it was Rocky, the big, bluetick coondog of ol’ lady Woodson. “You girls walk that fence line down to the creek then back up the other side. Molly, a year younger, was just growing her first pubes. Maggie was nearing an orgasm just watching and she slid in closer for a better view, fingering at her hairy pussy the whole time. “He ain’t gonna hurt ya. He’d ordered them into their “work clothes” early and given them a list of chores to do in the garden and barn.
