Today was no different. Mr. Smith was in his chamber, caressing his large cock, living the fantasy of fucking Clara in his head. Clara, meanwhile, was...downstairs, doing the laundry for the day, while the water boiled for dinner's soup. John was outside, performing his chores, and taking note that Mr. Smith's mare was in heat.Dropping his tools, John sat on a wooden bench, releasing his hardening dick from his breaches. The purple head glistened with pre cum, and he began to stroke the pulsing. It wasn’t full, meaning I needed to take her shopping, sooner or later.We also shared the queen bed, as Mom asked us to turn on some music when we wanted to ‘Put Seabiscuit on the track’ to use her expression.I found it invigorating to go into Dad’s work area and start painting again. I got my degree in Art Appreciation, and I had my schoolbooks at the ready. It seemed so very intimidating!Within a month I was ready to have my first showing. Pat Lovell from a nearby art gallery, came by to see. " Well, You might want to make it a bit earlier today. Daddy will just blow in and blow right back out." Why?" It's game night. That means Mike needs to be at the field around 5. Daddy is the umpire for the other game. He won't be able to watch Mike's game. He hates it when that happens." So what should I do about dinner?" Cook for about 4:30 and have most of us eat. Daddy will just have a sandwich before the game. He'll eat at the field after the game." Ok, I guess I better get working."I. As planned we met at her place for dinner and she had cooked it all by herself and there was some Bacardi white Rum also so mohan sort of rejoiced over the food and once the food was done we had desert during all this course of time she never behaved as if she is a slut or she was wanting to get fucked by MohanShe was fantastic host and a perfect lady cum housewife. I got a call genuinely from a client from (UK) and they said they wanted the proposal since directors have called for a meeting.