”“We have plenty of time,” he said.“Not if we keep talking this way,” she laughed. She picked up the bottle of his favorite scent and dabbed...it in the proper places.“Looks like you’re planning a big night.”“Just making it smell nice for the guy who’s going to get his nose in my bush.”She brushed her hair until it shone, painted her lips the way Gene liked, then put on her garter belt, hose and sandals, and was zipping her dress when he came into the bedroom.He took a long look at her and gave a. "Babe, your mom is home, and your dad will be, too, any second!" I tried to warn her as her skinny little fingers slipped their way past my waistband."So?" she said devilishly.It wasn't an unlikely scenario that we'd mess around while her parents were home. Plenty of times we'd do things in her bedroom with her parents in the living room, or even out in the backyard at night while they were home. I gasped lightly as she gripped my cock and pulled it out of my shorts.I laid back on the couch,. Her fair skin glistened in the room light.She was tall and her hair was black. Her perfectly round boobs cupped in the black bra were highly tempting. Her meaty thighs were partially covered by the fishnet stockings. I could see her panty sticking to her tight cunt, maybe all this atmosphere had made her pussy moist.I sat on the sofa chair in the room. I took off my jacket and settled in. I signalled her to crawl till my feet. She crawled all the way across the room. Her curvy ass swayed as she. I’ll never ask for anything other than a hug now and then. I’ll never be alone with one of you, for any reason. Not that I don’t trust you - just that I don’t trust myself. If you still want to work for me, each of you get on one of these 730’s hitched to the stalk cutters, and follow me to the Montague Farm. It’s about two miles from here through the farm, and before the summer is over, you’ll know these back-roads like I know them.”“We wish you would show us all you know about your.