“Will, I want you to tell me you were not bonking my two girls out there in the woods.”My sister-in-law’s words hung over me like a sword of jus...ice. I instinctively knew that any denial or any excuse would only make things worse, so I pretended complete ignorance and put it down to a long night of restless sleep and the girls having to wash up in the cold waters of the mountain spring.“You know me better than that, Ronnie. I wouldn’t touch a hair on their little heads. They were perfectly safe. I ambled slowly back and forth, stopping to look at the cows, now back in their field after morning milking, so I suppose I was gone longer than I was expected to be. When I got back to the caravan, my wife was not there, but I found a note. “Gone to the pond”. I put the milk away and strolled over to the pond to see Rebecca sunbathing topless on the sandy bit we called the beach. Even after two children, she had regained her figure, and I stood for a moment or two, admiring her lovely body. A. "Of course! Let's see, we have a spare room that the two of you can share upstairs if you want. If you are shy about the accommodations, one of you can take the room, the other can make do on the couch here," I said helpfully.Brenda and I, along with Courtney, went into the kitchen. We started cooking a nice big supper, leaving Tom to entertain my two guests. They had asked if they could contribute work or anything, but we had nixed that idea quickly, saying guests were treated royally at 'Lost. He rubbed very hard and the pressure on my clit quickly began to cause me to lose control again. I knew it. I felt it happening. I hated it. But I can’t control it.He suddenly stopped rubbing and cupped my mound with his hot hand. I groaned in dismay at the sudden cessation of the friction that felt so good down there. I’m so close to cumming again. I want it. And I don’t want it. All these mixed emotions and roller coaster feelings of erotic pleasure are driving me right out of my mind!He.