Donald and Emma telling, well only in part, their trip north. Dorothy and Maude ask Emma about her hometown and what she does, and Emma finds herself ...elaxing so around them telling them about growing up in a small town where her father and grandfather were so well known and important. She tries to keep it light, but they can hear the underlying unhappiness she experienced growing up.As does Donald for the first time hearing this. His heart hurts, hearing what she went through. Before he can. I was hoping we wouldn’t be having tofu for dinner.He was right; a duplicate of all of my equipment was in a new, large shed in their backyard. I worked until about noon when Barbara came in bringing some lemonade. She was wearing a light blue sun-dress with a yellow belt. It went well with her cornsilk hair and blue eyes. I was an embarrassing sweaty mess.Smiling, she handed me the lemonade. “We need to leave in about forty-five minutes.”“Okay, thanks. I’m gonna finish up here and take another. ( Do it, do it, my boobs are yours, your brother has no luck to taste it.)She brought her right palm on the back of his right palm , supporting him to press really hard. She was just swaying while my Dad rested his cock in between her bums.He caressed her further down on her navel , belly and slipped his hand to her cunt , which was looking pretty with trimmed bush. He opened the slit with his right index and middle finger and the rosy highway to the cock to be driven , was having droplets of. “Again. Harder.” A wet slap.As quickly as she can, she slips into the bathroom and collects the towels. Through the open door, she can still hear everything.“Ah, yes! Eat that pussy, bitch!”The man on the chair gives a long whining, groaning sound.Is he—She replaces the little shampoo bottles with full ones. Her fingers are shaking ever so slightly.Is he having an orgasm?A high-pitched, moaning curse from the black-haired woman.Is she?She closes her eyes and tries to shake her head free from.