I felt that Taco Sunday was the perfect way to release all the tension that had built up from the shooting, from the FBI investigation, and from the party not being mature anywhere as successful as we had anticipated. Once dressed, I grabbed my keys, my phone off the charger, and my wallet and headed out to the kitchen. For the first time since we hired them, I beat the chefs to the kitchen. I turned on the coffee pot, knowing that Jill and eventually Dakota will be coming looking for that hot cup of Joe. As usual, I poured myself a glass of pineapple juice. Sitting alone in the kitchen felt odd. Usually, the kitchen is buzzing with the chefs, with beautiful women, and with us guys trying to look and act macho for the ladies. I sat and pondered about Jill and Dakota and worried a bit about Ronda. Would she be OK being the third violin in the orchestra that is my life? Will she sell her house and move in here? Once she is a Mom, will she change and not want to participate in the playgroup? Do I really act differently around Ronda than any of the other ladies? As I sat in deep thought, a pair of small hands covered my eyes, “Guess who?” I heard. Instantly, I knew it was Dakota. “Is it my darling Dakota?” “Yes teen Daddy!” as she took her hands off my eyes. I turned around and found her ready for work. She was wearing a conservative dark blue dress that stopped at her knees with a beautiful shiny black low-heeled pair of pumps. She had no jewelry on, but the dress could certainly use a nice neckless although seeing her beautiful neckline still Lesbian made her look stunning. I firsttime can’t seem to pin Dakota down to one perfume as my Jill wears. Jill has worn the same perfume since the day I married her. Dakota, on the other hand, must have a dozen different scents that she wears, which always keeps me guessing. Dakota sees that I turned on the coffee pot, but I gently scold her to take her prenatal vitamin before she gets oral any coffee. She puts on her beautiful pouty-face, but I hold firm. She reluctantly pours herself a short glass of water from the fridge and takes her pill. I smile and kiss her gently before I pour her a cup of coffee. Many of the others come out to the kitchen dressed and ready for work. The soil would take weeks to clean out, but at least all the birds and insects had since flown out the window. Centimeter for centimeter I slid into her and finally, around 2-3 cm before I was fully inside, I hit the end of her cave which made her utter a little cry of pain into Sienna’s mouth again. “Yes! Her hands flew down to her pussy, and she moaned loudly as she orgasmed. My women were oral fighting the brute. Truth be told Orcs has never fucked with dark elves yet. She was such a whore. It is as though her pussy is sucking and milking all his strength from his body. In her other hand, she took the shirt that Elsie had worn last night, which also smelled of feminine musk. Her and her husband had planned to go out for their anniversary and were going to be out over night. "Oh" she said thinking. She doesn’t react when he strokes his organ up and down the cleft between her cheeks, probing for the star of her anus. Erica loved Laura and would do anything to stay with her. They all looked up at me with unconditional love in their violet eyes, and I was very tempted to continue our escapades for just a few more minutes, but time was of Lesbian the essence. “You did great,” I told him. The pressure built and built at the tip of my cock. After several hours of hiking in the hot sand, we came to a place the locals called Walnut Grove. I ached to be in them. It was firsttime music—sweet music. In shock, mature I walked into the living room my mind was spinning in disbelief of what had just happened. She doesn’t have enough experience to understand what teen she’d be volunteering for.