After her fourth orgasm she stopped, she was just too tired to go on. She stretched out on the bed with the dildo still in her pussy."I'll do it again...after I rest." She thought. She lay still; thinking of how much fun fucking was and drifted off to sleep.Timmy came in and wondered why it was so quiet; usually Amanda had the TV on when he was gone. "I bet she's into something she shouldn't be." He quickly climbed the stairs and headed for Amanda's room. The door was wide open so he saw her. An herbalist magazine on her coffee table is so splattered with DNA that she has to pitch it in the garbage. One thing she doesn’t clean up is the huge glob of cum on the sofa. Already splattered with enough of J.J. and Aaron’s seed to open a sperm bank, the hippie proudly allows Steve’s ball scum to soak into the fabric; bleaching the dark material, it will create a large, eye catching stain that will cause the hippie to giggle every time she looks at it, a constant reminder of how she helped. As he kissed and sucked and nibbled, his right hand had softly reached into her vagina. She was wet –juicy wet but very tiny. And that would just NOT do for Lil Frank and his needs for release! He stroked her first with one finger and then slid the tips of both his index and his middle finger into her. Circling the soft folds, he pushed against the sides of her pulsing pussy stretching her tight muscles. Murmuring soft words, he whispered ‘Relax, honey.’ while his fingers slipped even higher. Around 3:00 he came out with something to drink and eat, told me to take a breather. We talked for around an hour, I told him I was trying to earn enough for a car. He was retired from the oil field business do to a back injury. I went back to work till 6:00, I told him I'd be back in the morning, I needed a shower and dinner. This went on for three more days till all the concrete was small enough to haul off in a pick up truck. I went to work on the shrubs and weeds. Jim, ( I'll call him).