Dakota bounced down the steps and swung into the kitchen in one fast movement, making her mother, Melinda, frown as she swung around the corner. Her youngest daughter had returned home from college for the holiday, and she was already back to being her country self. Dressed in a pair of loose jean shorts and a tank top. Her long dark hair was flowing freely down her back, though her daughter had a hair tie wrapped around...

Dakota lay back on the grass, her breath coming fast as she tried to wrap her mind around what was happening. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Stormy and Hurricane grazing a few feet away. A moan ripped out of her mouth, and she stared down at the figure of West sprawled between her legs. His tongue stroked against her clit, and she cried out again as he teased her. He ran his tongue around her clit, teasing th...