“You are one sick fucker, you know that?” I laughed back at him. “Course. And you love it. Now get in here and fuck my wife.” I let out anothe... small laugh as he was crossing the fence as I said it and he almost fell over he was so shocked. “Are you shitting me?” “Of course not. Unless you don't want to ...” “Are you kidding?!” I clapped him on the shoulder, pulled him into the house and kissed him deeply. “She's upstairs, on the bed. You don't have to talk to her or do anything else. Just fuck. His reply enthused about my arrival – 'come and stay as long as you can whenever you can!' I timed my arrival for late afternoon.On the way to Camp Forge, I stopped at a scenic overlook at the Delaware Water Gap Recreational Area in New Jersey. I consigned another envelope of Karen's ashes to fly into the wind. This time I thought about how free her spirit had become in her passing – free from earthly dimensions, free from the limits of time, free from worries, and free from the savage illness. Occasionaly, I heard her prectising singing. I was out early every morning going to building sites, and she didn't realy surface before 10. I would drop the truck and the dog home every afternoon and head for the pub before we got home.After about two weeks living there, I came home from the pub one night, and stood at the front door, trying to put the key in the door quietly. I could hear moaning through the window to the left, so I figured she must be entertaining someone, and I tried to be. Her pussy looked so soft and inviting. The hair at the center was all sticky with moisture. Alena stuck her tongue out and ran it up and down Patty's slit.Then, using both tongue and fingers, Alena went to work on Patty, licking, sucking, biting and manipulating her fingers to every conceivable part of the woman's vagina until Patty was climaxing with a violent series of almost convulsive shudders.Patty's hands were clutching Alena's shoulders hard. Her face was flushed, and a little dark river.