"Just being good neighbors Dave."Ronni finished her dinner and helped me put the finishing touches on mine. "Mom, I'll wash the dishes and bring 'em o...er in the morning." She smiled."Okay." Rena looked at Alex, then me, then Ronni. "So you're gonna stay over here and help ... Dave?"Ronnie had an enigmatic smile. She looked at me, then her parents. "Yes, Mom, Dave still can't get out of bed by himself. He needs somebody. That's me."Alex looked at his teenage daughter then me, his prospective. You know that you like this. My dirty little Mormon slut, ready and willing to bend over and take it in the ass for me, knowing that I own her sweet booty now. You know that this isn't going to end, don't you? I'll be fucking your asshole whenever I like for as long as I wish, and you'll just have to lump it, missy. Well, lump it and suck it, too," I asserted, knowing that she wouldn't gainsay me. She'd still be taking my cock up her ass twenty or thirty years down the road, and we both knew. Becky turned her torso around and gave me a giddy grin. "Can we go back and do that again? That was outrageous!" Sorry, Beck," I said, smiling back at her. "But I do think it's time we got more comfortable." I'd been eyeing the banks. Any evidence of habitation and use had been left behind us. On either side were incredibly tall evergreen trees, with some hardwoods in places where the sun could get to them. Our shirts were soaked from the splashing river anyway. If we left them on we'd just get. He decided that it would be wrong to let it interfere with their normal love-making particularly with Sharon's present state of mind. Instead he would deal with her on arrival in his study. He would hide the "whip" in a drawer out of her view when she was bent over. Rather than bending over his desk he would make her kneel in the big armchair which would force her bottom in the air and give him a good shot at her pussy.Sharon came in on Wednesday morning like a miniature tornado. Clearly there.