My wife is a fourth grade school teacher. She usually leaves for school when the boys do. This morning she had a doctor's appointment and wanted to ge... her eyes examined, so she took a sick day. I leave about the same time. I am a house painter. For the last few weeks I had been working on an apartment complex in Harrisburg, about an hour drive from home. When Carla announced her sick day, I decided to quietly do the same.I have been painting houses for almost twenty years. I like the work and. One side of the dual-bodied pipes was much smaller than the other. When he'd shown her how it would sound, it made a high, delightful peeping sound, rather than the soft, low, melodious sound of the larger, wider pipes he'd made.Then they had laughingly, lovingly, had sex together. Even after two hundred years, she still delighted in his company and his lovemaking. She loved his cooking and his talking as well. She'd never known anyone who wanted to talk to her, except for the Bard Geoffrey.. Now skedaddle. I need to talk to your father.”“Yes, Mom.” Sam leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue fluttered against my lips. I groaned into her, squeezing her rump. She broke it and said, “I’m so glad I was able to help you, Daddy!”“Me, too,” I panted, my heart racing.She jumped off of me, her pussy plopping off my dick. It smacked wetly into my shirt. Sam darted away, her skirt swirling about her rump. She vanished out of my office, her footsteps thudding through the house towards. "She huffed and patted beside her on the mattress, scooting over to one side as I sat down and she packed another hit, immediately handing it over. I took a big drag and held it in, passing it back to her as I pressed against the headboard. Blowing it out, I kept my eyes closed and blew it out slowly."Damn. Headache?" she said, poking my side."You got it." as I opened my eyes.She smiled when I looked over at her, she sat the bong back down by the side of the bed. "Pretty good stuff, isn't it?".