It was Mr. Kimmel.Mr. Kimmel was the Carpinson's star lodger. He was a sourly white man, a huge face with ugly pink smudges that looked up from betwee... thick white collars. Norma had to strain to get a look at his eyes because of his bulging midsection, and even then his eyes were a dull gray.Norma had blue eyes. Blue bright eyes that lit up her round thin face when she smiled, and eyes that were sheathed in small but long curly appealing lashes that seemed too big for her face. Her hair was a. Misty was rather perfunctory in her greeting, but dutifully led Martin to her room."First things first," Martin said, "Is your roommate..." Gay?" Misty finished. "Not at all, and she's away for three more days, if you mean to have a scream out with me."Misty had it all wrong, and had lumped Martin in with her father, since they were brothers."I came all the way down here because you're hurting, and I'd like to know why." Martin began. "I mean, if you need me to put a hurt on someone, I can do. I looked at Jack and Betty, "I guess I should be happy but I am just sad. That they are badly hurt doesn't help a bit. I just want it over with. I need to get on with my life."I looked at Jack. "Dear friend find me a good sized piece of rural property near here. Some place good to raise k**s. Lots of k**s. Do you know a nice gal who might be interested to raising a bunch of k**s with me?"Jack grinned, "I may have someone in mind." He turned and looked at Betty. "Are you available?" Hell yes!. He appeared to be in another world as he watched his wife about to be fucked by another man. Holding my cock, I slid its head up and down her slit several times, watching it become liberally coated with her abundant juices. And then I pushed my hips forward. My cock entered her easily, and as she wrapped her nylon-clad legs around me she groaned, “Oh this is good. God how I need this. It’s been too long.” As she spoke I heard a grunt and glanced back towards Cyril, a little nervous about him.