Monday evening Jake and Melissa were having fun playing house all by themselves. Melissa made them spaghetti, spicy the way Jake like it, with garlic ...read. Jake sat at the kitchen bar keeping her company as she efficiently moved around the kitchen. He thought she was beyond cute in her little apron. After supper they sat out by the pool enjoying the cool June evening.“Muffy, something Faith said gave me an idea,” Jake said, “She said it was a shame that we had this cool ranch and no horses. I. My breaks from work consisted of calls from my sister or her kids, checking sports sites, crushing balls at the range or hitting the gym I had installed in the basement of our office. The worst of those diversions, by far, were the kids. I loved the heck out of them and tried not to make promises that I couldn’t keep, but it happened time and again. I’d miss a recital or a soccer game and tried to assuage my guilt with expensive Uncle Presents, the type that every parent dreads, because they. I was horny as hell, and emboldened by my sister's actions. There was clearly no more shame at the thought of sexual contact with her. I needed to be inside of her... but how?The next weekend came around and both my parents went to watch my older brother's hockey tournament. My sister hated hockey, and I made some lame excuse to stay home as well. Lia was on the sofa downstairs watching T.V and I sat down on the opposite side of the sofa, asking what was on, and if it was any good. Within. They are in Zambia. Not Kenya. They are busy with my babies, and have no time to consider other matters. This is the way our culture, and our beliefs are.Q. So, how did things go between you and Mara? Was the sex good?A. It was very, very good sex. Mara was a very enthusiastic young woman. We had many fucks! Many, many fucks. I give her as much of my sperm as I possibly can; over and over while she and Tomas were in Kenya. Omar was a good farmer! (Smiles) I plowed Mara's furrow very diligently,.