They were a bit standoffish at first. In this neighborhood, at this timeof night, anyone would be. After hearing my dilemma and my assurancethat I was...not a whacked out serial killer, they seemed to relax a bit.Mary said I could use the phone and Beth added that these autumn nightsget chilly, so it would be all right for me to wait for my ride insidewhere it was warmer.I found both of them attractive in an old fashion, girl next-door sortof way. So once inside, I wasn't in any hurry to call the. She opened the bedroom door to find me standing in the middle off the room in only my underpants, trying to hide my still bulging unfulfilled cock, flushed and breathing heavily, my mother's wardrobe door still wide open. "What are you doing?" she said. I mumbled something incoherent, and started putting on the rest of my clothes. Nothing was said afterwards, but I always wondered if she had guessed what I was up to.Although I was having a fantastic time and treating myself to loads and loads. The sound of skin slapping and my wife's screams echoed in the room. Sarah leaned forward and held on to Craig, kissing him passionately. Her body started shaking as she broke the kiss and threw her head back screaming."Yessss!" she screamed before moaning louder than I have ever heard before. Her orgasm looked like it was completely overwhelming her, as her hands reached around looking for something or someone to grab.“Oh fuck!” Daniel shouted as he shot his load in my wife’s ass. They both. “I did that till I found an easier way to make a buck.”“Well while you are here, if you want your own money, you will have to do real work for it. You can help with my mom’s catering business, clean the cabins, or fish. At the moment those are the only options here.” I suggested.“Than I might just check out tomorrow,” Dawn said.“Up to you,” I replied. “If you stay breakfast is around 7AM. If you wake up earlier come on over. Remember no tricks and no junk.”“I’d feel better if I slept here.