I slapped my cock down on her hard clit a few times before easing it between her wet pussy lips, and started easing inside."Get that thing in me, assh...le!" She yelled laughing as she pushed her pussy toward me."Ok, bitch, here you go," I said as I rammed into her, going deep.We were like a couple teens on prom night, fucking hard and fast, fearing we would be caught. Diane's nails were raking my back, leaving deep red marks, which would probably last for days. I got my finger wet with her. Their opening salvo sounded something like, “You girls need any company in your swimming hole, just holler in our direction because we are a pair of swimming fools when it comes to swimming in our God-given birthday suits.”At least that was the gist of the translation agreed upon by the two girls with their giggly wiggly ways in the ice cold mountain stream water that made their female skin all tingly like they were getting felt up by little fingers from head to toe.Their smiles was all the. She instantly noticed, despite both his and herswere woman's clothing, and got angry at him insisting that he was goingto stretch out her clothes as well as somehow being confused whicharticle belonged to whom. It only got more confusing when they went outto a diner date and he was wearing a slinky dress as well. Still, heoccasionally mixed up their underwear. The only saving grace that hecould see to this confusing transformation was that he didn't seem to getperiods. He was thankful for that. Firstly there?s me probably best described as a poorly endowed wimp.There?s my 39 year old wife Sheila, her 59 year old Mother Ann, and completing the trio of females that live in my house my 19 year old Daughter Pam.Finally last but not least there?s my 18 year old Son Robert, who?s small in stature like me, and can sometimes by a bit unruly.My story begins in earnest some 2 years ago when Ann who?s a widow began dating black guys.At first I wasn?t particularly happy about this, every weekend.