He shuddered as my fingers found him, and I wrapped around histhrobbing cock."You've got it bad for me." I giggled as I stroked him. He gasped at thef...eling of my fingers dancing over his hardness, and his hands squeezedat me even more before he pulled one away. I squirmed for a moment,missing his touch before I felt him sliding that hand up under my skirtuntil he was moving over my panties and cupping my wet mound. I moanedas he sank his hand into my hot center and started to rub me."You're. Some of the chores, the ones marked with asterisks, could be done everyday. Things like washing dishes, doing the laundry or cooking dinner. The rest were chores that only needed doing periodically, like mowing the lawn or cleaning the bathrooms. Then there were a few blank pages, I assume to add to the master list.After that was a page with the day's date at the top, followed by a list of chores, including shopping (2pts), hosing cobwebs off the eaves (2pts), rolling the coins in the coin jar. We didn't find anyone for you to leave your things to," Rosco said into my head."That's for damned sure. She can have a nice life here. The house, car, pickup, and everything is already paid for. Hell, even my tractor is paid in full. If she's careful with her money she probably won't ever have to work again, and she seems like a sweet kid."Hey, I don't want her blubberin' over me after I'm gone." Go ahead and tell her what's happeinin' then. It won't hurt nothin'. We'll even help her believe. Finally, the women lovers kissed open-mouthed in front of him, exchanging Tom's cum and letting it slowly seep out of the sides of their mouths so they could each lick it off the other's face. They smiled their gratitude.Tom awoke at dawn, alone on the bed. The room seemed somehow different. The women were gone, as was all their apparel. There were no cosmetics on the dressing table; no lingering aroma of musk; no discarded panties on the floor. In fact it was a totally deserted bedroom. Even.