"I want to shower and get in a three-way before dinner. I would invite you along to watch but Kathleen's very private. I hope you understand."Kathleen...blushed. "Sorry, but somehow I don't think you're having much of a vacation," she said sympathetically."Oh, this is both what we wanted," Kendra said as she stepped back into her thong."He's going to be a daddy after all."I rarely saw my wife for the rest of the trip. Occasionally we would meet for breakfast or I would catch up with her at the. This is Harriet Blanding, her wild ways and stories of how males are captured and summarily shown their place, albeit covertly, have been a tonic for many women here.” Harriet blushed slightly as she too gave Creed a warm smile, anxious to see Julia’s pet receive the humiliating pleasure which would have him yearning to meet Madam Agnes Fairchild in earnest.“I was just discussing with Julia, how things are still much the same where I am. There are no doubt many backwoods girls, their liberty. . at least since the marriage to be sure.The final incident was when I returned to Gary's home late one night and immediately heard mother grunting from upstairs from their room. I ascended the stairs and saw that the master bedroom door was wide open and the sight that greeted me was something out of a porn movie - my attractive, but ageing mother, dressed in black stockings and heels getting her ass fucked by her husband Gary. With her legs spread wide and her knees pressed almost to her. Those who hadn’t left were already with me, a shrunken number compared with the night before, but the others had left their phone numbers and other contact information. Those who were with me were the ones who counted most, anyway, and they were hard at work now, making breakfast for me first, followed by themselves. It was quite clear that I was the center of their universe, at least for now, which was more than a little flattering for a Cajun truck driver from Louisiana.“Maybe we should get.