. before we woke up." Really?" gasped Denise."I know they were," said Cindy. "I woke up and they were acting like they hadn't been, but I could tell. ...hey looked embarrassed ... you know?" What does that mean?" asked Denise."Well ... we have the hots for them..." Cindy let her voice trail off."I can't believe you said that!" said Denise."Don't lie. We both know how we feel about them," said Cindy."OK," agreed Denise, "But that's different!" Really?" asked Cindy. "If we can have the hots for. His wife wouldnt be home and when my lil slut showed up at his house as planned any small talk was short lived. Calling her Pocahontas, his nickname for my wife, Joe motioned her toward him. My cock began growing as she rubbed it on her slick muff. Hes a good kisser and seemed to breathe me in with each kiss, she whispered. I asked what she was thinking about as they were about to fuck? Without hesitation she responded, How many times Im gonna cum on his cock. She confirmed that she had done. It was the silence that finally drove one of them to action. He stood up and took her hand, leading her away from the clinking of glasses and soft murmur of conversation coming from the rest of the party. She didn’t resist at all as they searched-and then found-an empty room. The bed was clearly an antique, along with most of the rest of the furniture. Any untrained eye could see the quality of the workmanship of the wood and the perfectly clean surfaces that screamed DON’T TOUCH. They both. As it was, I wondered how well we would be able to cope with what she had "settled" for. For one thing, we didn't have any bees to do the pollination for us, and I wondered how the current insects would work out. We would be in trouble if we had to hand-pollinate the crops. At least, we would be able to salvage the wire and barriers from the old fence for a new one. Which brought up a question, I wondered if Angie had checked the manifest to see if there was any fence wire on board. It sure.