I was surprised that the smile came naturally."Yeah, it's a guy thing I guess," he said smiling. "I saw you out at the festival." Oh you a visitor, or...a vendor?" I asked. "I'm a vendor sort of." Oh and what is a sort of vendor?" I asked."I own a food caravan," he said."I know what a food truck is but I don't think I ever heard of a caravan, unless you mean a camper," I said. I had the British meaning in mind, a camper."Not exactly but sort of like that. Instead of a food truck I have three. Jenny sat up and leaned back against a bean bag, feeling the warmth of the two men's semen dribbling out of her vagina.Jenny heard a door open and she covered her nakedness with her hands in reflex. What happened next shook her world. She saw a face coming towards her that she recognised. She had no idea there was a guest in the place and she began to blush with embarrassment."Hiya" the voice said. It was a friend from Uni, a total looser who'd asked her out countless times and she'd refused.. They were going to try on outfits together, to try to work up some plan for the costumes they were to wear for a Halloween night party. As I pulled my roast from the oven my husband Roger walked in, boasting of his hunger. Stan, finished with his chore, came in too and they got settled in the dining room as I got everything together.The kitchen window looks out over our front yard and drive. I heard a car pull up and looked up from carving to see the familiar red of my husband’s old Mazda. Her school uniform was white in color and the skirt was kind of mini which used to end 2 inches above her knees. Ohhh what creamy thighs she had. She was ignorant of the fact that I used to ogle at her boobs, ass and thighs, and she used to behave very closely with me. Most of times I used hug her friendly but had another kind of intention within me.After about 4 years when she was 17, their father died due to a heart attack and there was no other male member in the house. I got married to my.