She rarely smiles. …My God, that’s a fine ass. …Is Wally gonna show up and kill me? …Does she really want to fuck… or is she just fuckin’ ...ith me?” I didn’t zip up when I came back around the front of the tractor. My cock was still out and hard enough to use as a splittin’ wedge, “Do you really mean this, Ma’am? You want me to fuck you?”She bent, put her hands on the back seat, her ass toward me. Looking over her shoulder, she told me to screw her from behind.Hesitantly, I dropped my own jeans. There was a certain amount of pleading in her tone as she voiced her assent. I will be glad to, but we have to come to an understanding, OK? What is that? I will be glad to touch you all over, and make any slutty itches go away and feel good too, any time you want me to, but both of us must agree it is our secret and to never ever tell anyone. Otherwise we will both get in a lot of trouble. I agree, do you? Oh yes, I will never tell anyone or do anything to get you in trouble, Daddy. Ok, lets. After a while, I heard him come out and he finally came in the kitchen where I was.It was really uncomfortable and confusing but I had the courage to say, "Sorry, David, I should have knocked, it was really my fault. I realize you need your privacy and I'm really sorry."He did look a bit ashamed and asked, "Just don't tell Jack about it, please, Erin, okay?" Oh, I'd never do that, it was something that happened between you and me and it was my fault, no reason to ever involve Jack. I'm just so. Alice, still fingering herself, nodded continuously, as if it were she that I was whispering the tender words too.Both women seemed to love each and every word I uttered. And I improved as I went on, saying things about having to kiss and fondle her everywhere to show my appreciation. Denise's eyes sparkled with what I took to be love, and she allowed me to do as I wished with her. Pushing myself down the bed, I applied my lips and tongue to her slippery cunt, still wet with excitement. I also.