”Jens throws a fit, “There’s no way I’m going to try that bovine excrement style of living. I’m ... I’m ... I’m not a fricken robot.”I...can tell this is going to keep going so I take Jens by the elbow and suggest something that I know she will agree with, “Jens, let Mira and Ira clean up and read. I want to head to our bedroom.”Jens easily follows me, we get inside our bedroom, she begins to take off her clothes and I ask, “What are you doing?”Jen frowns and asks, “You mean you don’t want .... . unsuccessfully. It was a glorious ejaculation with my cum spewing all over the place. It did relax me but I kept fantasizing about Mr. P.Over the next few weeks, I found myself visiting Mr. P's establishments more frequently. I did my laundry at his laundry mat. I drove out of town to his gas station just to fill up. I even returned to his car wash, wearing homemade shorts out of work out jeans. I had fantasized Mr. P just coming up from behind and grabbing my ass or demanding me to strip. It wasn’t even noon yet. Our girls cleaned up our faces, then their own.I think she saw me fixing my ‘problem,’ but I needed to not be poking straight out, when we return the daughters to their crazy Irish father.Our cohorts in the back gathered up the trash. Something that looked like a series of garage doors opened, and as I drove through, Charles threw the trash into a very large containerIt had been a very nice place for a movie, kiss, and a poke.Pulling up to the house, there were ten. His tongue wrapped around hers and pressed back urgently past her lips. His arm encircled her slim waist and his hand fixed, firm but gentle on her ribs, the other hand tangled itself in the satin, silk of her hair, and ensured the kiss would not break until he wanted it to.Her hand slipped down between them and felt his solid urgency.Sean felt the red blood heat burning his cheeks and he pulled his mouth away, gulping at the air.“Mary”“Shh” she whispered, “later” Stepping back she reached both.