I plowed that little filly like she was a corn field. Typically when women used to be with me, they’d scream, especially if there was another woman ...n the room then they’d both scream. This was no exception, her partner became insecure and lost his hard on. The roon took on that quiet that made me pay attention. I hate that, everyone has to stop because Jr wants his mommy. With great effort I got off of his wife and let him go to her while I picked up with Ro. Eventually he got his cock back. In the car on the way to her house Tim used her trigger phrase to bring Amanda back to her normal state. Only now, she had the new feelings about Tim, that he had programmed into her.“I had a wonderful time tonight,” Amanda said, as he pulled into her driveway.Tim stopped the car, got out, and went around and opened Amanda’s door. She slid out of the passenger’s seat, and he walked her to her front door. Tim leaned down and kissed her goodnight. Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck and gave. Just as I was reaching the other side, a car came speeding along and as it's tires hit the puddle by the curb, I was drenched in the wave of water that rose up. "Shit" I muttered. The rain is one thing, but I was soaked now. Looking up, I was surprised to see the brake lights of the car, a light creme colored Volvo, as it pulled to the curb 50 feet ahead. Walking forward, I watched as the car slowly backed toward me. "Are you ok?" the voice said. A female voice, soft but otherwise unremarkable.. The moonlight bathes the backyard in its blue light. The oiled spit gleams on its iron supports over the charcoal filled pit. Dad set it up yesterday, the kindling, covered by the charcoal, and the four long wicks of rolled cotton that sink to the bottom of the pit, to light it. In between the regular charcoal he mixed self lighting one, to make sure it will light up easily. I helped him set it up, another family tradition I could have done without. A can of lighter fluid to soak the cotton.