We found out later his pa had been just one more casualty of the Dust Bowl and the Great Depression. Ad "came up north," as he referred to Oklahoma, t... make as much money in the harvest as he could to send home to help feed his parents and two younger brothers.The first evening he was with us, he got up from the kitchen table and started to scrape off the dishes. Mary Jean put the kettles of water on the stove to heat like Ma showed her. We had a big old Monarch range with a three-gallon water. “Come on, darling, caress me with your hands and tongue and take me over the edge,” you beg. There is an urgency in your tone. I move up behind you, gentle caressing your firm arse cheeks. My hands run smoothly over your defined curves. Slowly but firmly I push you into the bed. My chest is now pressed against your taught, toned frame, and you tremble under me in anticipation. A low moan escapes from you as I bite the nape of your neck. My tongue starts to move slowly down your back, following. My father had never been able to deny my mother anything. That they hadn’t been able to have more kids must have caused tension, but they had never inflicted us with this stress.Ryan and I had both grown up knowing our parents loved and wanted us. “I have to talk to the lawyer before I can make any promises, dad,” I warned him.He nodded, “We know, that’s why your mother invited him to dinner. He is staying in Ryan’s room in case it’s a long night. He’ll come to the funeral with us, and then you. Their company was better. I opened a second bottle to their protests. I suggested that it would help get our creative juices flowing. For some reason, that statement teased a giggle out of the girls.After lunch we started brainstorming. The girls dropped their towels, which became very distracting, for me, while they finger combed their hair. One hour later, the only progress we had made was that their hair was dry and I had a raging hard on. Thank God we were sitting at a table.I called a.