I couldn't be absolutely, 100% sure the slut in the red dress had been the woman who was making my breakfast right now. The voice and the hair seeme... so close that it HAD to be her. I had been surprised t just how much I enjoyed fucking the masked woman thinking it WAS her.I moved down the steps inspired by the smell of bacon and eggs. I approached the kitchen where the breakfast table was, just aswhen Mother stepped out of the kitchen ready to call me down. "Oh good! I was just going to. Finally, we would have water in the house again. I wouldn’t have to carry buckets in from the well. It had been a very hot week and to not have water in the house had been very frustrating.Mr. Simmons came back into the pump house. He was smiling from ear to ear. He was a very handsome man for his age. Mom had said he was in his fifties. He sure didn’t look that old. I guess because he had such a good body it made him appear younger.“Looks like we got her, Missy," he said smiling at me.“Thank. In earlier years, Sheila had loved him fingering her arse crack and he had briefly done it before their first-for-a-long-time fuck a few days previously but this time he was going to spend more time over it.He ran his finger up and down the crack very softly at first and she opened her legs and mumbled, "Mmmmm."He then used a bit more pressure and this time also brushed her anus and Sheila wiggled her arse and opened and closed her legs.She was in danger of cumming and when his finger moved. Shall I tell 'im, or do ya want ta?" Go ahead, Walt. It'll help yer reputation to be the source of the news, an' it might sell a little more beer."Walt laughed and said, "Howdy, Sol. Heard the news?" as he winked at me."Howdy Walt, Bill, Sam. No news today. What do ya know that I should hear?"Walt told the story as only a bartender could manage. There were embellishments that I couldn't even imagine, and it took over 15 minutes to tell the whole thing.Sol said, "Well, shit, Bill! Why didn't ya.