Dropping her purse, she ran up to her room and slammed the door shut with a house-shaking crash. “Ashley, wait!” I said as I grabbed my pants and ...ulled them on.“Baby, hold on!” Jill said as she put on a bathrobe. We rushed to her locked bedroom door. Inside, we could hear Ashley screaming and destroying everything in her path. “Ashley, come on. Can we please talk?” I asked as I knocked on the door. “Talk about what?! You were fucking my mom!”“Baby, it’s not what you think,” Jill said.“My. Straight up to bed she went.The farmer's wife was very observant.She then suggested that perhaps the man was thirsty. So she fetched a bottle of wine, took it out to the barn. And she too did not return for an hour. Her clothing was askew, her blouse buttoned incorrectly. She also headed straight to bed.The next morning at sunrise the man in the barn got up and continued on his journey, waving to the farmer as he left.When the daughter awoke and learned that the visitor was gone, She broke into. But I enjoy the stares of the other customers. Then it was off to the gas station. I started off by filling my tank. After that I got the squeegee and cleaned my windows making sure that I bent over the hood and the trunk with my legs spread as the skirt rode up my ass… giving any guy who around a generous glimpse of my ass and pussy through the sheer suntan nylon as I reached to clean my windows… I made sure that I stood tippy-toe atop my stiletto-heeled sandals to make my legs look extra. Orlov,” Dad responded. “She’ll be back before you leave.”“OK. Let’s make some tea and sit on the patio. It’s just warm enough to do that.”Ten minutes later we were sitting outside with the teapot on the warmer.“How do you feel?” I asked.“Physically? OK, I guess. Mentally? Mixed. Emotionally? Terrible.”“No lasting health issues?”“No. I’m not taking any drugs or any medication except a mild sedative at bedtime. I do need to tell you something. Mom knows but Dad doesn’t. It’s why I wanted to talk.