Cindy and Shirley sat there, silently, watching me eat my food. I didn't speak, and they didn't either. As soon as my plate had been emptied of food, ... stood up, excusing myself, leaving to go back to my office again.It was after ten o'clock before Joyce came back to get me."I took Cindy over to Mama's house. She was too uncomfortable to want to spend the night here. She's talking about flying back to Alabama in the morning. What you said to Emily tonight was terrible. She cried herself to. I stop and let her rest on my dick. "Jor whats wrong keep going." "Trust me." I let her down. "Get on all fours." She doesn't say a word doesn't to protest doesn't to and obediently gets on her hands and knees, legs spread waiting. Instead of giving her what she wants, get on my knees and run my fingers along her slit. She shutters and whines. I get into position but my dick is below her touching her wetness and stomach. I feel her soft skin on her hips and let them glide along her body as. By suppertime she had visited three nearby farms and had been turned down at each one, once by an abrupt landowner and twice by hired overseers. Nobody had a man to spare, not even a young one. She rode on into town and had lunch with Philip, who bragged about the will he had drawn that morning. She told him her problem and asked if he wanted to earn a couple of shillings with a hoe."Sounds to me that there's, maybe this word is too strong, but I don't think so, I think there's a conspiracy, my. I'd like for them to be friends, maybe more. “Well no, we didn't start out with an open marriage. Quite the opposite. We actually met in a nondenominational church group. We were going to devote our lives to the ministry – travel, preach, etc. Then...things went sideways and, in the aftermath, we kind of lost ourselves. I guess monogamy was one of the first things that got jettisoned and there was a lot of heartache, for a long time. Several rounds of therapy ensued and, eventually, she.