Converted from an old barn, the kennel could easily house fifty dogs, more if Dad was less humane and bunked the animals more than one to a kennel. Blowjob sex My breasts heaved as I attempted to catch my breath. I held back a moan as my thumb rubbed against my nub and a second finger slid inside my pussy. I tweaked my nipples, biting my lip at the rush of pleasure, before my left hand continued its passage south. My father was still downstairs, my mother in the kitchen, and my brother was watching TV with Dad. The waves built, and a third finger entered my cunt, tickling and teasing my inner walls as far as I could reach, finally forcing a quiet moan from my throat. I pulled the tub’s plug and stood, turning on the shower to wash my hair. “Hey, Mom.”
“Alyssa, why didn’t you call,” she worried at me, “your father would have been more than willing to pick you up from the bus
