I could see a question raise in my wife's eyes as I reached for the back of his head and guided it to her pussy."Don't you want a taste of her? I mean...a real taste?"Her eyes lit up as I guided his head downward, down to where his lips were mashed into her wetness. He didn't object, he just went with it. So did she.I reached down for his balls. He pulled away a little until I said, "you know, you don't have to be a faggot to like pleasure. You don't even have to be bi. All you have to do is. I have to do something to show my love and passion but I can’t gather courage to approach her . I always pray god to give a opportunity to show her that how much I love her.At that time we are watching the movie and some bold scene came and the couple are passionately kissing each other and I saw my sis watching this with full interest then I some how gather courage and placed my hand on her shoulder and she turned towards me and our eye meet ,both of us looking at each other without any. I had my doubts, an old conservative farmer might be reluctant to rent to a bunch of collage kids. Peter was sure his boss would be willing to negotiate for us and if our parents signed some sort of assurance papers, there shouldn't too much of a problem. We went back to town, dropping Peter at his truck. Sandi and I went to the park, spread a blanket and talked about her fathers attitude and how he might not let her move in with us. Peter and Becky joined us after an hour or so. We. She was dressed in a pretty floral bra and a long skirt split high on her thigh. She looked like she just walked in from a tropical beach. He saw her coming and stood up, she turned him around and slipped his wallet back into his pocket and pulled a key out and unlocked him. He rubbed his wrists and reached for his wallet. She put her hand on his arm and spoke into his ear. He smiled at first, then laughed before pulling out some bills. She didn’t take them in hand, but swept the skirt open.