The passenger window went down and Peter waved me over. He introduced me to his boss, George, and told me we were going to talk to the owner of the house. A few minutes later we pulled into a wide graveled driveway that went around a large two story farmhouse. I could see farm machinery in the big barns but the house itself held my attention, a bright white building with a red tile roof. There seemed to be kids everywhere, ranging in age from about five to sixteen or so. George, led us to the front door. It was answered by a heavy set man, who ushered us in to sit around a large kitchen table. A competent looking, stout woman poured coffee for asian everyone and sat down with us. “Cal,” said George, “These are the kids I was telling you about. They're looking for a quiet place to liveand study when school starts up this fall. I think you could do a lot worse than to rent the old house to them.” Cal, the farmer and owner, sipped his coffee, thoughtfully looking us over. “Big place for a couple of kids,” Cal commented, “probably throw a bunch of wild parties and end up burning the place down.” “They're good kids, Cal,” George said, “hard workers, never been in any trouble, don't make no trouble around town.” “Still a big Hardcore place,” said Cal “They might sublet a couple of rooms,” said George, “To help out.” “I don't know,” said Cal. “Let them have it, Cal,” said the woman, “ you been moaning about the old place sittin' empty ever since we moved in here.” “Now, Martha,” began Cal. Martha cut him off, “You don't let these boys have it, you're a damned fool!” she said raising her voice the tiniest bit. Cal visibly deflated, agreeing to let us rent the house. “They can fix it up,” said George, “keep the vermin in check, probably improve the property value too.” “We got some old furniture in the barn you kids could use.” added Martha. “So, how much?” asked George “Well, lets see,” said Cal, “I suppose . . .” Martha cut japanese him off again, “You boys pay me two hundred a month, you take care of utilities, keep the yard up and do the painting and maintenance.” “Martha!” said Cal. “You hush up Cal,” Martha said, “that's my house, says so on the title.” Cal settled back, sipping his coffee, “Yes dear.” Cal said. “I don't think these boys are packing that group sex kind of money,” Said George, pulling out his wallet and laying two hundred dollar bills on the table, “You want to write up a paper, Martha?” Martha produced a sheet of paper and quickly wrote out a simple rental agreement, pausing only to confirm the spelling of our names. She signed it, presented it to Cal for his signature and passed it to Peter and I. Brunette I ended up signing first, making me the primary tenant. I read it through, the terms were exactly what she had proposed, all laid out in the clearest script I'd ever seen outside of a text book. “Jenny! I need you girl!” called Martha in a voice I was sure could be heard throughout the house. In seconds a pretty blonde girl sixteen or so appeared. She nodded to George and looked over Peter and I. Arms reached around me. A familiar pair of round tits pressed Brunette into my back. In under an hour they were packed and we were heading back to the village. He opened one champagne bottle and poured into the flutes. Now completely naked he stood staring at me with his ramrod of a cock at full attention. “No, you don't.” “Good Girl,” Mommy coos and pats me and leans down to murmer in my ear. “Yes, yes, yes, Mrs. Davies,” she moaned, her voice muffled by my daughter's twat. Turning around, she gives me a slight smile. It was all over in a matter of minutes – he wasn’t as skilled as Bethany but she’d been so pent up it made no difference. The walked over to him and told him I did not wear a Hardcore top when I went for a drink. Her bud opened and he pushed straight in as deep as he could go with a single thrust, Helen grunted in pleasure group sex as the new man sodomised her. When Avan pulled his penis from his nephew’s mouth, Yuri pleaded with Verity that it was enough. A slut-slave to my parents. I felt my cock well up as the pressure reached the point of no return and then I was shooting my load into her mouth. "Ohhhh my GOD brother! I shed my clothes and head in to take a shower. Back at home, I relive that experience over and asian over. I asked the boys if either of them had been to the ‘all you can eat pussy buffet’ and when they said that they japanese hadn’t I replied,