A conservative car, I noted as I set the table and dished steaming rice, soup, chicken, and vegetables into serving dishes. I watched from my vantage ...oint inside to see who would step out of the vehicle.Rita went to the door of the car and opened it, carrying on an animated discussion with whoever was in the car. She was apparently reluctant to come further. I debated whether or not to intervene by opening the front door, but this was Rita's show and I was determined to let her control the way. I did finally release another load inside her and kept my cock inside feeling her pussy softly gripping it. I fell asleep still holding her in my arms and feeling her breathing against my chest.I was woken not only by the brightness of the day but with the feeling of Mary’s leg laying over mine.I felt her finger sliding up and down my morning wood and her chin on my chest.When I opened my eyes her blue eyes and smile was there to greet me with a very passionate kiss. After a few more kisses. ”She accepted the cash and the card. Feeling a little ridiculous, she put the cash in the little cash box. Looking over the card, she said, “Thank you. I do have more stuff that I want to get rid of.”“Whatever you don’t sell today, bring it by Thursday, and we’ll put it up for auction,” he said. Looking over at the tables, he asked, “Do you have any boxes and newspaper?”“Sure,” she said.“I’ll go get it,” Greg said and ran off to the garage. He returned with boxes and newspapers.Sharon and Greg. The fall hunting season was rapidly approaching and we were filling up. Tara pointed out to me that they had a reservation from a single woman wanting one of our larger cabins for a week. I still had not allowed Kate's (or I thought of it as) old cabin to be rented. Somehow I just couldn't see letting a bunch of rowdy hunters in her cabin."Make sure she's not an anti-hunting nut or some animal rights activist. If she checks out OK, let her have Kate's cabin." I instructed Tara. I might as well.