“But don’t get inside me.”I lay between her legs and unbuttoned the garment, so her dark, fleshy torso was exposed, and I lay my naked flesh on ...ers. My cock pressed at the crotch of her knickers.“Don’t go inside,” she repeated.With my hand, I rubbed the tip of my cock against the cotton that covered her wet vagina and a dark stain appeared as proof. Part of it was me but mainly it was her, her pussy juice. I rubbed her clitoris and she moved. She didn’t know whether to cooperate or move away,. The facially challenged woman was as hot as a two dollar pistol as I drove my demanding dick into her wet and wonderful passion pit with the widow lady and young Josie watching with intense restraint knowing their turn would be coming soon.The trio of Mormon ladies had their asses up high, and their faces hidden in the buffalo robes beneath taking it with sharp squeals of delight as they were impaled by the other two remaining males in our party.It was a moment of respite in the cooling air,. I wanted to be done here by ten-thirty to be ready for the painters at eleven. Ashley was letting them in at eight to get ready for the real work by the time I got there. This afternoon I hoped to finish all of Ashley's mowing on her lot. After this, it would be just a matter of only using a lawn mower. To be done right, the ground should be ripped up and reseeded, but this wasn't the time of year to do it and have a good catch on the seed.When I got home, Ashley had dinner ready for me. Fried. "Want to come upstairs for a quickie?" she asked."No, thanks," Bill said.She reached over and put her hand on top of his. Hers was long with painted fingernails, his was grimy from work.Veronica leaned back in her chair and crossed her long slim legs. Things were kind of slow so she decided to talk with the troubled guy."What's the matter?" she wanted to know.Bill passed a hand through his thick hair and sighed, "My sister is staying with us for a couple of weeks." Oh, family problems,".