He held his arms open. "How about a hug?"She shrieked and ran from him.He toweled his face dry. "I'm headed for the shower." What are we doing today?"...Janie asked. "Can we go shopping?" I'm going to drop your truck off for some repairs. After that, the day is wide open." What's wrong with the truck?" Other than breaking down all the time?" he asked.She scrunched her nose at him.He threw the towel at her, but she evaded it."The brakes are shot," he said, "and I'm afraid the transmission is going. "What the hell are you doing?" he hissed in alarm as his eyes darted between the three women."Trying to please you." Serving you." Giving myself to you."He was so startled by their answers that he just froze in place. The young twenty something women on her knees took that to be a sign to continue so she extracted his healthy and rapidly hardening cock and began to deep throat it. Once the head of his prick slipped into the tight, warm, and wet, confines of her throat Dale just leaned back. ..hers a perfectly bordered triangle of black curlys. No ritual of nylons this time, just a plain button down dress of her own making...but now I new what was under it! About that time I was deemed old enough to stay home and work with Dad if Mom went to town. Of course in a couple years our female peers started to sprout in a couple ways so the show started anew for us boys, especially with the country girls that didn't opt for a training bra until absolutely necessary. Many. Shanti, she was in saree and was in process of removing her saree. She must have thought that the window curtains were drawn because she changed openly and then I saw her breasts, her navel and her trimmed cunt. And that day I had the most glorious masturbating session ever. Later that night my mother told me that Mrs Shanti had a husband who returned home after a long time and they are hosting a small party for their 17th wedding anniversary tomorrow . Oh wait a minute I haven’t told you about.