Mom or Becky would sometimes called me, Johnny, and I had always liked that, too.Becky and I spent a lot of time with Karen that summer. We swam toget...er; soaked in the hot tub; rode bicycles; took drives; and talked. God, did we talk. We discussed everything under the sun. Karen was as much a free thinker as Becky and I were.By the middle of summer. I knew I was in love with Karen. One night, as we were snuggling in bed, I brought it up to Becky."Becks, what do you think of Karen?" I. I need to take a leak. I remove my gloves and stuff them in a back pocket. I whip out my cock and piss away. After all, what’s another pint of piss in the hay? I’m the one who has to shovel it up.With cock in hand, my mind wanders to what happened at lunch and, sure enough, I start to get a boner. When I have finished pissing, my cock is semi-hard. I look at it, watching it grow, and I decide to treat myself. I’ll jerk off. I go into the tack room where the floor is dry. Myra would not be. I felt to pair of hands on my shoulder pushing me outside. I was in a trance of eating a pussy and I was forced to move out.It was so quick that I don’t know how my eyes was closed and I was bed. And their was a silence for 5 min, I didn’t knew what was happening as I was laying down because I thought those women wold tare me apart.I opened my eyes and I couldn’t believe what I saw the land lady rajeev kaur and my gf were standing in front of me. I was surprised, shocked and most of all. Whatever Kerry had on her mind, it was news to me. “I gather you two had fun last night,” Georgia chimed with a sly smile. “Who says you can’t mix business with pleasure?” Kerry and I merely smiled. It occurred to me then that Rick and Georgia did not know that Kerry and I were related. I decided not to say anything for the moment. We drank, conversed and dined our way through three magnificent courses. A young waitress poured coffees and left the room. The atmosphere was relaxed, Georgia.