{Can I do that Angels? Or is that even possible}[REMEMBER, ANYTHING, ANYONE, ANYTIME, ANYWHERE]That was my answer. I began to spray my come in Joyce�...s pussy as she started her orgasm.By the time we had eaten, swam and fucked in the water until late in the day, I had fucked Aunt Carol, Candy and Mrs. Harper, and all the girls.I may have messed up while fucking Mrs. Harper. I was thinking of fucking Joyce, wondering if I could make her pregnant. I felt my cock shoot a double load into her Mom’s. One day I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood, not having much to do, and while out I struck up a chat with one of the neighbors who was out getting his mail-- a tall, handsome man with glasses and light brown hair named Paul. He invited me to his house for some lemonade to rest from the heat, explaining that his wife and son were out for errands. I agreed and he led me through his house, well kept with photos of his pretty brunette wife and their young son. I remarked that maybe. So I had about four hours sleep each night until Friday evening came around.I saw the older pickup truck pull down the private farm road. The truck pulled into the campground. When it stopped two woman got out. They walked toward my gate.“The thirty something woman I recognized as Marcy shouted, “Hello inside.”I walked out. I even kept my leg on for them. “My god Marcy you have lost weight. You look fantastic,” I said.“Thanks, meet my personal trainer and friend Ashley. I call her Ash.” she. Her brown eyes, while normally fiery with gold, were reserved at the moment.He refused to notice the rest of her, however; not the way her breasts clung to a too-tight shirt (only in that area, it seemed. He recalled past girlfriends complaining of this), or the way her legs hung out of a short skirt--much shorter than she used to wear. He also refused to notice the way her thighs squeezed together, an action he was familiar with if he had dared think of it in that light.At her guilty.