Swallowing hard, she reached under her skirt to remove her panties, blushing when she realized the light green cloth would be a very, very dark green ...t the crotch.“No need to remove those,” he said, crossing his arms and looking at her.“But...”“Just move the crotch aside,” he said. “You’d better get started or you’ll have to wait until we get back to the car.”That wasn’t happening; she had to pee too badly.Slowly, she squatted down and began reaching under her skirt to move aside the crotch of. Don't get me wrong. I would love them even if they were not such sex hounds, but it sure is fun to try to keep up with them. As it is, all four are pregnant, but that does not seem to have slowed any of them down. Nobody has a big bulge in the belly, yet, but all of them have confidently announced that they are knocked up, and I see no reason to doubt them. They sure know more about it than I do.The house is comfortable with the Franklin stove and the double outside wall. The women all say that. She bent over for him, and he leaned towards her, to fondle her hanging tits. After that, he moved behind her and started kissing her ass, making her groan.She looked at Cindy and smiled, as Phil's mouth moved over her ass. He tongued her ass crack as she shuddered. She mewled with pleasure, when she felt his tongue on her ass hole. Cindy was watching it all and winked at her mother. Ellen was now flat on her belly, with Phil hovering over her, making love to her ass, nibbling and kissing her. He groaned instead, the utter despair and depth of his humiliation evident in the resonance of his voice that sat thick like heavy cream in the air. As he pushed his hands back over his head, rubbing from his nape to his chin, over and over, the rasping counter pull against the re-growth of hair rubbing deeply against the rough skin of his fingers and palms. He thought if he could just rub hard enough, rub his skin numb, his hands just might erase the memory of the entire day. “I can’t do.