------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------...-----------------------------------------------Where dad had to park the pickup was about one and one half miles from where we usually camp out at when it is either, just him and me camping out, or the whole family camping out, or just mom, s*s, and I, are camping out.When it is just dad and me camping out, we usually just have one tent to carry. I was now waiting for the three large couches to be delivered. My slut wife Cheryl was upstairs showering and dressing for the inaugural use of our new play and theater room. Only one of the fixed video cameras were wired and installed, as the portable camera was also hooked up; I just couldn’t afford the additional two cameras and video decks.Cheryl came down the stairs as the doorbell rang. I opened the door and three muscular black males stood with one of the couches. My wife stood in the. Why don’t you go and tend to a grave someplace. OK? Plan A, it seemed, sucked big time. Chance considered running the ad again, giving it a fair chance to work, so to speak, but gave up on the idea. He didn’t have the heart to go through the bullshit again. What I need now, he pondered, is a Plan B. But he had no Plan B in mind. So he took to staying in the house and reading. Perhaps a Plan B would be sparked by something in a book, some phrase, some idea. But the only books he found in the big. She did it easily and relished in the task, sucking and licking my dick with ease.She opened my shirt pulled it off of me and then laid back. I immediately started to eat her sweet pussy, suckling on her clit and sliding two fingers into out of her tight wet hole. She moved beneath my touch and reveled in her reaction. She came almost instantly. I pulled her off of the couch and fucked her on the door, her hard nipples rubbing on my chest, her pussy sucking me in and not letting go.She could.