“I like the sound of that.“Well,” he continued. “I’ve caught up with Piglet, Esther, and Camille. I’m relatively sure Angela and Nadereh a...e going to team up to kill me with pleasure this evening.”“Well, if they’re too much for you, send one of them over here,” Donna replied. “We’re still young and vigorous, and we wouldn’t want you to die...”“You have a paddle handy, son?”“A large selection, what style would you like?”“Your wife’s ass is maturing nicely ... got a leather ping-pong paddle?”“We. "Diane returned with ice tea and looked flushed. She bashfully made the rounds, filling our glasses. Jason and I tried reading her body language. All we could read was, "Please! Stop staring at my body." Cheryl must have read, "Please do something to make me show my pussy and naked ass."Cheryl's fork flipped from her hand and landed on the floor behind her. Diane eyed it nervously. Cheryl said, "Remember how I told you to pick things up. There's a fresh switch in the garage if you. He flinched a little as she wrapped a hand around it and gave a big groan which startled him.“Ms. Cathy, are you alright?” he asked.“Never better! This is the nicest one I’ve ever seen. Do you mind?”“No. Why should I?” A pause, then “Can I touch you?” Her other hand pulled his to her protruding breasts. That was just for starters. Out there in the barn she found a soft spot and the next hour was exploration time culminating in the careful entry into her welcoming cunt.As he moved in and out she. "You know we are working too damn hard," I said. It's time you flew Rita in again," I said."So does that mean you need to see Jeff again," Bart asked."I think it does," I agreed."So if Rita flies to Williamston we can have the place to ourselves," he asked."Yes it does," I agreed.I had been driving the truck for a month or so. Jeff had been bugging me to either meet me in Williamston where there were at least acceptable motels, or drive to the Georgia college town.Most likely he was out of.