I was a CB (Construction Battalion). When I got out, I came back home to Oklahoma, where jobs were scarce. One day, after a few weeks home, my mom was...talking to her cousin Jackie. Jackie needed some things repaired on the farm she owned, and asked my mom if I would be interested in coming down to her place, which was a couple hour drive away, to do this work. Jackie’s husband, Bruce, was working in the barn one day, up in the loft, where he slipped and fell, breaking his neck, which he died. ” I replied. “Now I need to go put the clothes in the dryer, then back to sleep.”After I finish downstairs and return to my bedroom I check my phone.Text from Jenny: “You should wear leggings more often, they look good on you.”At first I was confused, then I looked down. I had never changed out of her clothes.A knock on the door startled me. “One minute!”I was too slow, as Jenny peaked around the corner. “So, you're still wearing my clothes, huh?”“What? No.” I turn as red as the squares on my. She traced both sides, down one and up the other and while the nerve reacting tingles were still prominent, she slowly let a finger slide through her wet gap, almost penetrating her moist inlet again. She let out a loud moan as her finger slid between her pussy lips as she felt the collection of vaginal secretions glaze her finger. Her body began to loosen and it felt like her legs widened even more. The feeling inside her was deepening. Her finger still rested between the fleshy folds of hot. That was a new twist."I'm not sending my son to Russia, Bob. Not when someone over there may decide he has committed some heinous crime and throw him in a gulag somewhere."Nadia's eyes flashed at the two adults as she heard the word "gulag" but then went back to wandering around as she talked.Men and women often think about things in very different ways. That had been happening during the family meeting. How Bob thought about things was quite different in many ways than how Molly did. They were.