Have you seen my signature since I've been able to write?"I got some paper and a pen, wrote my name and slid it over to him.Peter sighed, "It was a fo...gery."I smiled. Nothing more was said. There was nothing more to say, but as they were leaving Greta as usual hugged me, and Peter shook my hand.They left and Jenny gave me a hug."Very restrained," she smiled, "but if they've any brains they'll realise that Derek's involved in your attempted murder. Now it's time for a little relaxation."She led. I spread her thighs and bent down and ran my tongue over her throbbing clit she gasped.With my 6” in my hand I teased her slit, her eyes were wide as she stared at me, rubbing my cock up and down her gash she gasped, then I slotted myself in, and deep. “Oh my God” she said as I started to shag her, she didn’t move with me but the motion of me banging her made her flab and tits wobble, she groaned with every thrust.I knew it would be difficult to try a different position so I just concentrated. So I didn't have a huge private yard or woods in which to roam around naked. On the other hand, our backyard was spacious. Mom loved to work on it and she had several lovely flowerbeds which she tended diligently. There was a fragrant gravel path that stretched in serpentine fashion from one cluster of flowers to another. In the far corner of the yard, a massive oak tree provided plenty of shade in the summer. Underneath it, a wrought iron bench awaited lawn trekkers. Closer to the house, my. I intentionally turned enough so Eve could see it. I saw her jaw about hit the floor. I swung back to Alexis and yanked her pajama shorts down. Her bare little slit beckoned me but I remembered that last time she had been very dry. I gently rubbed my fingers against her. She moaned and pumped against my hand, but she was indeed parched."Ladies, little Alexis' pussy needs some lubrication. Would one of you like the honor of getting her wet?" I inquired.Erica didn't hesitate. She left her.