It was only 7:30. He could have a cup of decaf out on the patio out back and see what transpires. He put his mug in the Keurig and put his socks away ...hile his coffee brewed.Sitting out on the patio was his favorite thing to do on the warmer nights. He loved hearing the birds tweet their goodnights and if he was lucky he could hear a few tree frogs chirping in the park a couple of blocks away. He stole a quick glance up at Diana’s window. Her lights were off. ‘Must still be down in the laundry. She hadn’t thought about the fact that she had work in the morning, she hadn’t thought about the consequences of going out drinking, and she certainly hadn’t been thinking about work when she’d picked up a stranger and brought him back to her place.Weirdest of all, she didn’t regret it. In fact, as she slipped out of bed and got dressed (no time for a shower) she peeked over at the man laying in her bed, and wished that she had time to go down on him again.She didn’t even know his name. After. We wuz worried about babies but she said she couldn’t have no more so shoot away and she shore enjoyed us a’pumpin in there whur we’ed cum out of.When Betty Jo got better she commenced to fuckin us agin. Ma wanted to chek on our dick development so she would still fuck us once in a while until she got sick. Then Betty Jo had to start takin care of Pa too. Didn’t seem to hurt her pussy none, gettin all that dick, though it was sometimes purdy slippery when I got my turn to stick my pecker. We both smiled, I was on the edge of an intense orgasm. She took me in her arms and beckoned me to sit up with her. We kissed again, our hands rubbing all over each other. Our tongue danced together as I pushed my hands over her butt. I rubbed her tight butt as she squirmed against me. I put my hands down the back of her panties, feeling the heat coming from between her legs. She broke the kiss and crawled down to the floor. I was in awe, making out was one thing, but licking pussy was.