”I couldn’t help my self, so I started sucking your nipples, gentle at first, then hard and deep. You responded by taking off the shirt and squirm...ng around on my lap, and my cock was getting hard. Then you pushed my head back and kissed me, like you never did before. A long, wet, kiss with your tongue and spit going into my mouth.After that, you whispered, “Daddy, let’s go to our bedroom.” We decided it was ours now, since that old bitch left us, and I know she is never coming back. You took. "I don't think that Charlie will be getting up," Fred assured her. He was huffing and puffing in an irritated disgust.The sound started again, but with a different rhythm. Thump—thump, thump, thump—thump—thump, thump, thump."What's going on?" Maggie demanded."Charlie won't get up because what you're hearing is my ex-wife riding on top of Charlie and the headboard of the bed hitting the wall," Fred sighed."No, I'm sure that's not true" whispered Maggie in the darkness, but she didn't sound. He covered it with the cloth. Nothing more to do now for an hour or so when he would rub it with salt and maybe dried oregano and put it on to cook for three or four hours. He looked out the window, Tess was watering her tomato bushes with a bucket of water. He went and opened the screen door and leaned on the jamb to watch her. 'Fuck she is gorgeous,' he thought to himself. Her honey colored skin was dusty, her breasts pointed. Her pussy exposed to his gaze and her perfect, small, round ass. All three of the other girls had worked for her the previous season, with Kendra having even worked the one before that. Kelly George, whom Phoebe had replaced when she had to quit two days into the season to take advantage of an opportunity on her regular job, had been there for three years.Since she'd been there only a few weeks, and her short hours left her limited time for socializing, Phoebe understandably hadn't had that many chances to get to know the woman behind the "Mrs. Claus".