By now I was in the seventh heaven of delight. Not only was she stroking my cock very expertly, but also her bare cunt was available to my hands. By r...moving her panties she had given me an invitation - that no one in his right mind could refuse - to fondle her cunt and also probably to fuck her.The first thing that struck me when my hand actually touched her cunt, was the abundance of hairs everywhere. It seemed to go as high as her navel, and the curls between her thighs were long and thick. “They’re all in their twenties, give em’ time, they’ll meet a lad they fancy then they would be running out to get their naughty bits waxed,” said Ron with a wink.“I’m dark skinned with even darker hair I have to take care of my personal grooming. You want to see when we leave the Hidden Truncheon,” laughed Neeja wiggling her eyebrows at Ron.“I don’t know, I might wanna get that hairy Scottish bird’s number first,” laughed Ron as he was fending off Neeja’s playful assault on him.When the two. If I was at the sink washing dishes, he’d press against me and that excited me greatly. But I never responded that much, although I did once push back and felt his hardness.This morning in the kitchen, after all, that we’d done during the previous two days, was going to be very different. As I had my exciting, naughty thoughts — getting rather more than moist — I heard movement upstairs, Sam going to the bathroom.Minutes later, he was smiling at me as he stood in the doorway. No wonder he was. Mama’s garden had taken quite a beating too, but I guess the hail wasn’t as bad at the house as it was where Laurie and I were, because a lot of it survived. Besides, she’d already harvested and canned a lot of it. Plus, we’d have a LOT of spiced peaches and preserves.That very same storm system produced some tornados just east of us that did a lot of damage, so maybe we were lucky.The Brandt family continued to live with us for another three months, through Thanksgiving. By that time, Uncle.