But he had been sternly unbending. "Ask yourmother," he always said. "Do what your mother tells you," had been hisonly rule. He had refused to be a...father to Amy, refused to have anythingto do with bringing her up, except in so far as he supported her mother inevery decision she made. Instead he became a confidant, a teacher and afriend. When he had died she had felt torn apart. She had felt guilty fornot having appreciated every second she'd known him.She didn't really remember her real. She went straight for my belt, undoing the buckle and then unfastening the button before lowering my fly. She knelt and slowly lowered my trousers taking care to let her hands slide down my legs. I stepped out of each leg and let Joyce finish relieving me of my shirt at the same time. My head was spinning from either the excitement of the situation, the beauty of both women, the lack of blood to my brain or all three.“May I?” Alice asked Joyce as she reached for my briefs. Her eyes were. She constantly forces her ass back in my face and I love that shit. She said I don’t want you to taste my pussy today just eat my ass like your doing now. I had no problem with that at all. Now that her ass is all slopped and wet I waste no time putting my dick far up her ass. Usually I would just fuck like crazy but that day I wanted to feel every ridge and every tightness of that ass. I wanted to feel her clich when my did was throbbing in her. I didn’t stroke her ass I just had it all the. I laterfound out that that was her job; she used to be an agent for some auction housein upstate New York.The morning proceeded for about an hour until the Trackers took a coffee break(the older sibling kept a thermos in the van), by which time most of thefurniture had been relocated inside. The lawn was still littered with tea-chestsand hampers, but most of the work had been done. The little girl had spent mostof her time darting in and out of the house collecting toys, books and.