” I picked up the receiver as she slipped past me and padded down the hall in her bare feet. I dialed mom’s number and waited while it connected a...d began to ring. “Odds are, they aren’t home,” I thought pessimistically. It was a Saturday, and they are so active in the social activities the retirement community offers. Dad was probably finishing up a round of golf, and mom was likely at her bridge club, or visiting friends and showing off her grandson. The phone had been ringing for several. "What's this?" the soldier asked, "it looks like a part of an old poster." Pretty paper," the old man said. "You give back?" What's going on?" an Officer intervened. He stared at the old man, then the piece of paper."Pretty paper, you give back?" Give him his paper," the Officer ordered, "he's an idiot!" But sir? He has no identity..." Because he can't fucking read, you fool. He probably burnt them to keep warm. Boot him up the arse and let him go. We've got more important things to do." Go. I pressed the head of my cock into her anus. She was tight very tight but in a moment she relaxed and I found the way in easier. I was so well lubricated from Jennys and Christines juices that my cock simply slid all the way in. Christine let out a huge groan, arched her back, and pressed back against me. Oh, shit, she moaned, its so big. Its so good. Fuck me hard now, Daddy, fuck me hard. I began to ease in and out of her ass, but she wanted more. Slam my ass, Daddy, fuck me really hard. She. Stephie was already eating when I sat down. Mrs. Grant set a plate of bacon, eggs, and hash browns in front of me. I cleaned the plate, then took a cup of coffee out to the swing and Stephie went to shower, then she joined me on the swing.“What’s the plan for today?” I asked.“Well, Emily should be here soon and we can spend the day at the barn. We’ll need to leave there around 4:00pm to drop by the Elliott’s place. I talked to Martha last week, and she was pretty sure that Bill would be home.