With that long wait, it meant his time was up for driving so he had to come back. He decided to just come to my house to sleep. He didn’t want...to drive all the way to my house because his truck clock wouldn’t let him. So he parked his big semi truck not too far but it was about 25 mins from my house. I paid for an uber to pick him up for me and bring him to me so I could finish getting ready for his arrival. I took a shower and shaved my legs, and my pussy, I keep a little patch on the. “You really want me to touch her?” I asked, still uncertain of what I was doing.“If the option was on the table, I think I’d want to watch you fuck her,” Morgan breathed. “Feel how wet I am from just thinking about her being your little art model doll.” She pulled my hand up under her skirt and I discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. “Kendra and I decided we might need emergency access to our pussies while you do the posing.”“Annette?”“Believe me, if you can draw one-handed, the other will be. Don said he felt the same way and he thought it was time for us to try and spice things up. Don’s idea was to swing. I was not a swinger. “My love can’t be shared,” I remember telling Don. “I’m not asking you to love someone else,” Don replied, “just make love with someone else.” I had trouble separating emotional and physical needs. To me, they were connected and couldn’t be separated. Don didn’t push the subject, but it ignited a thought process that haunted me for weeks. I battled over. "Our car just made a loud bang then stopped," the younger one answered. Younger maybe but she was well over sixty, the other could well be her mother or older sister.I took a look and I saw the piston had blown a hole in the block and oil was pooling under the car."You have blown that engine, you will need a new engine, that's for sure," I said, giving them the once over. God I could screw both of them, I've never had a woman in fourteen years and any woman would do, maybe if I helped them I.