So at four o’clock she opened the front door and stepped outside, with shaking knees and terrified somebody would see. She had donned a long trench ...oat which only revealed her booted legs. Taking a deep breath she started to walk to her car which was parked some streets away. She passed a neighbor who looked at her ass and some young guys who made cat-whistles at her. Irene was getting braver now and passed them while she wiggled her firm derriere. She made it to her car, a small red MX5.. In fact the two girls looked virtually identical, and the three youngsters were clearly close relatives of the man in early middle age who was driving the horses.One of the girls waved, and Martha waved back.Turning to her father, she said, "Well that's one thing the girl was wrong about." What do you mean?" asked Elias."When she said there was only one of everything. It certainly isn't a one horse town!"Chuckling, they walked on. There wasn't very far to go.At the end of the quarter mile long. I got clearance from the tower and took her to Mom’s apartment for dinner. She made us chicken noodle soup, homemade, of course, noodles and all, and French dip sandwiches. Sometimes I wish all three of us were back together and not just the two of them working on it.“Mrs. Compton, thank you for that meal. That was really scrumptious. No wonder your boy grew up big and strong.”“Yeah, he did that all right. Just like his daddy. What are you two doing out and about together anyway?”“Mom, you want. I wrestled the squirming catgirl to the bedding beside my brother, laying her out on her back. I nestled between her thighs, stroking her silky flesh. My tits and the amulet dangled beneath me as I leaned over.“Are you hungry, Mistress?” Zanyia asked as I lifted her legs and threw them over my shoulders, my head nearing her pussy.“I am,” I grinned. “For something naughty.”“Creampie?”I’d never heard the term before, but I understood what she meant. Eating that wonderful filling my brother pumped.