."Now I perceived what was bothering me from the moment I entered. There was no car on the driveway. I looked at my petite 30 year old red-headed wife... She didn't have a scratch and looked whole. "Are you OK?" I asked. When she nodded, I complemented: "and the car?" I had it towed to the garage. The insurance man will look at it tomorrow, but you know, the garage owner told me it probably will be totaled..." Totaled!?" I almost gagged on my own spittle."And this is why the meal burned but I. Cassandra managed three orgasms too before we unloaded our cum into her holes.After lunch Desiree wanted to try it. She too wanted me in her ass. With her it was special since I had been the first boy in her pussy and in her mouth. Desiree also seemed to enjoy my anal probe after the initial intrusion. She only had two orgasms but we were all satisfied.Then it was Tiffany’s turn after dinner. Yes once again I became the anal intruder. She wanted her boyfriend Bill in her pussy and Bob in her. And I kind of figured he’d get involved in something illegal if someone offered him enough money. But I never would’ve suspected that Uncle Harold was into something this deep. I kind of wondered why he called me out of the blue last fall and offered me a job workin’ at his warehouses and asked me to bring along anyone I thought would be trust-worthy enough to do what they were told without any questions. I figured he was just hard up for labor. ‘But when Bobby Joe came braggin’ to me last. More to the point, there was evidence someone had been living there. The interior was much cleaner and tidier than might have been expected. There was a plate, mug and cutlery on the draining-board, a mattress on the floor of the living room, with a sleeping-bag laid on it, open to air. Candles, and a couple of paraffin lamps stood on shelves. They were obviously very necessary, because little light filtered through the vine covering the windows.Well, well. I had a squatter.I didn’t disturb.