When Lorene rolled over, she fell toward my face and I saw her little pussy, still open and her pussy cream mixed with my cock cream still gushing lik... it was being pumped out. She slapped her hand over her pussy and damned if she didn’t have a handful of dust, which covered her from her belly button to her knees.“She and Irene looked odd as hell, lying there, with their snow white bodies covered in the red dust from the dirt road. I almost crawled over and fucked both of them again. But Eileen. Well just like the worse thing youve done, like anything illegal. Well what is illegal? I dont know, drugs, theft, fuckin. Now it was my turn to be caught off guard. The last reason she listed put a thought into my mind that I probably should have ignored. In my head I wondered, Whats going on?, there has to be a reason and if I have any ideas on this one shes up to something. So I jumped back into the pool and she followed. So than what is the worst thing that youve ever done? Ah shit, what. Then one night I heard mum and dad having a go at each other, and when mum accused dad of being the guilty party, he just shouted he was, mum ran from the house and I followed, that was my big mistake.I got as far as the end of the drive, fear in my heart about the repercussions, once the neighbours knew it was dad, and the embarrassment we would all suffer.I marched up to his door and knocked on it, I was on a mission to avert a potentially embarrassing situation.The door opened and he stood. She told me of life in Denmark, living on a farm and the simple pleasure of seeing a calf born and growing rye and oats. I told her of my life growing up in the west on a small ranch, and the joy I still found in horses. We did seem to have many-shared interest; I found her stories entertaining and we shared many a laugh at the funny things that happen in a life surrounded by farm animals. We shared the warmth of the fire and the warmth of our bodies being close together. As the fire burned.