I wondered had they engaged in some sexual quickie within the house as they prepared the vegetables, or was it because of myself stripping at the gril...?We sat at the table, with Melody beside me on the bench, and Melissa facing us on the other bench as we began to eat. While we ate, Melody slid her hand into my lap, and began to rub my cock, making it to swell again. I eased my hand to the zipper and pulled it down. Melody slid her fingers between the fly and began to stroke the length of my. Her first instinct was to rush through the shower and then descend upon her cache of sex toys in her night stand, but she was deterred by the sudden realization that she was out of batteries as her unrelenting sexual hunger especially in the past week had seen her killing all the batteries in her various toys. “Mmmmm…” she moaned softly as her soapy hand again brushed over her erect nipples and then she decided to go with the flow of her body’s urgent need. Her right hand travelled south to her. I told him that I’d try to find someone who might be interested in swinging by once a week to check the place.”“That’s a long haul from here particularly in winter,” John said.The ranches might have shared a common border, but they were accessed by different roads. The actual route from door to door was close to fifteen miles in length with nearly ten miles of that on dirt roads. Add a little snow into the mix and it was a very long drive.Pepper tuned out the discussion and concentrated on. He pictured her smile, and that look she often gave him – her eyes softening with the love that she had declared. And the glow that seemed to start somewhere deep inside her, and build and grow until it seemed that it needed to shine out – otherwise she’d be in danger of exploding. As the water washed away the physical evidence of her, his mind kept her fresh and alive. He crawled into bed, with a happy feeling and an excitement about tomorrow, about seeing Miranda again, and starting a new.