The Kansas countryside. Neighbors are widespread, and we're not within easy walking distance. Kansas isn't so flat as people think. We have rolling hi...ls that will hide our neighbors from view. But we do know each other out here. And we tend to be fairly good friends. Especially with family members living close by. We'll often visit when not busy.For instance, I have a little ritual concerning my sister down the gravel road from me. I will, once a week, leave for work early enough so that I can. Dreama looked me up and down, when I walked in, and she made it obvious that she could see my cock. She would stare down at it and then stare in my eyes. I tried to adjust my cock when I went to the cooler to get my soda, but it was no use. I was uncontrollably hard and had no way to hide it. When I got to the counter she was sitting in one of those high stools, in front of the counter and reading a Hustler magazine and had the book opened to a page that showed a man and woman naked and playing. Her anus looked pristine, but I knew the stuff was still inside her gut and she would be embarrassed without the strawberry lotion I crammed up her brown eye to get her slick and ready for anal sex.I remembered how she had paid me back in turn for my anal attention with her flexible tongue. I was not one much for enemas and I appreciated her departure from her prim and proper approach to sex in all its forms. The sound of my dick squishing past her sphincter and her involuntary shouts of. "Mark, there is something we would like you to do," Katie said one night in bed after the children were asleep."What, Sweetie?" I asked, as she rubbed her naked body against me."Since we can never allow people to know that we are married," Margie said from my other side, as she also rubbed her equally naked body against mine, "we would like you to change your name." Change my name!?" I asked, surprised."Yes," Katie added resuming the persuasion, as Margie kissed my neck. "We would like you to.