Anjan, in the meantime, was happily slapping my cock and enjoying the token whimpers coming out of my lips. “Chalo, let me suck you off before Janan... turns up”, he giggled soon enough and took my cock in whole and started the headjob. Janani had by now pulled and tied her hair up, thrown her dupatta away and rolled up her sleeves. I had no idea what she was gonna do but I knew I had better do everything she tells me to so I just stayed quiet and let Anjan suck me off in front of his sister.. I was contemplating going home when the caddy master came inside the caddy shack. He looked around for one of his more experienced caddies and said, "Shit are you the only one left?" Seriously, I'll do a good job," I said.He thought for a second and then said, "I guess I have no other choice. Here grab the bags for Mr. and Ms. Clark and kid, don't fuck this up. Mr. Clark is the president of the club and Ms. Clark, well... you'll see. And try not to stare at her tits, okay?" He added, "And the. "She should've been here by now," Kevin replied as he checked his watch. "Maybe she got stuck somewhere." Well while we're waiting, why don't you take the truck and get us a couple of coffees from the diner down the road." Patrick suggested."Sure, Dad," Kevin said, "no problem. I'll be right back."As his son's 4x4 headed down the road, Patrick's attention turned back to the old house. He looked into the empty building through one of the windows. In his memory, he could still see the furniture. In fact, that was the most common way for a woman to die. Biochemistry sure changed all of that.What did they do about "accidents?" Well, the law assumed that if a woman was married and she got pregnant, her husband was the father. Apparently there were a few "oops" in their group, and a few babies that didn't look like Dad.That's not the case any more. The 1960s marked the first real liberation of women, and the consequences haven't yet worked themselves out completely. You can now have sex.