”She gave me a guileless look. “However, both Chloe and I would forgive you if you found the time to entertain us!”I was amazed at her audacity,...but I had to make some reply that would both make it plain that I was not a galloper of young girls, and in a way not hurt her feelings.“Matilde, you are a sweet girl, and any young man would cut off his arm to—err—entertain you. However I am at least ten years your senior, and it would not be seemly for such an ‘old’ man as I to attempt to entertain. Cindy and I shared. We liked the sloe gin the best.Then came the day. Of course, we didn't know it was the day. Dad left, "... to find some work." Sometimes he was gone a week. We would mark each day on the John Deere calendar. Sometimes a month. We kept all the old calendars. They told about our Dad. How long he was gone. When he came back. This time, from Independence Day to Labor Day... the longest ever from reading the calendars (our poor man's Farmer's almanac) we decided after talking,. “I’m about to come.” I yelled. This was the moment I was waiting for; the reason I fucked her doggy style. I pulled out and Michelle flinched as I sprayed my hot, stick load onto her perfect ass and back. Pools of cum dropped into the creases along her perfect back. I let out a satisfied groan as I wiped the remaining cum onto her sexy back. “O my God I love your cock!” Michelle yelled. I grabbed her hand and used it scoop up some of my cum. “Eat it.” I said. “No. I don’t want to eat your. Maybe it was a result of the conversation we had just had.I turned on my side to look at my husband in the dark. I saw Gina had done the same thing. I could not see her face, it was hidden by Chuck’s head. I could see her shoulder and arm. I reached over and put my hand on Chuck’s chest and played with the soft hair before running my finger nail over his nipple furthest from me. His arms lay at his side and as I touched his chest and teased his nipples, he turned his hand and gently fingered my.