The cotton panel was soaked! My wetness was flooding the nylon andI was trembling - mad with desire. Without a second thought, I pulled the waistband ...f the pantyhose out withmy left hand and thrust my right hand under it, parting my thighs as widelyas I could. God, I'm wet ! My fingers were immediately coated with my juices, the bushy pubic hair pushingagainst the palm of my hand. Groaning with overpowering lust, I gently felt my throbbing clit in the forestof hair and rubbed it with my wet. In another part of town, Janet Barrett put down the telephone receiver, placing it gently back into its cradle. Her face reflected the outcome of her recent phone conversation."What did the slime ball tell you, Jan?" Todd, her oldest brother softly asked her."He better have promised to do right by you, girly." Her father rasped, already beyond angry after hearing her admission, an hour earlier, of her current predicament."He said he's sorry, but his family will never accept him marrying me. He. My balls were slapping into Bonnie’s clit. She arched her back and grabbed hold of her tits and slammed her ass back into me as she came again. She fell back over the log and I pulled out of her and went over to Lesly. Once again she shook her head and looked over at Susan. I moved over behind her and Lesly grabbed my cock and placed it up to the entrance of Susan’s tight young tunnel. She whispered in my ear fuck her good daddy fuck her good, but save your cum for me. I pressed into Susan’s. Take her with you Bobby and if she's no good, she can stay here tomorrow. Give her one of your work shirts to cover herself. Now git going."Neither of us was in the mood for the other's company and we sat in heavy silence on the short journey to the house and she feigned indifference when I explained what painting needed doing. At least she helped moving the scaffold boards on to the low trestles ready for painting the ceiling.I had to acknowledge Kath was right, she was at least as good at.