“I was beginning to give up hope ... and you showed up.”“I’m not sure what to do with you. I have a rescue I have to do before I can leave,”...I said.“Well, I can’t stay here ... you won’t want me around when I’m clean,” she said. She shook her dirt pile.“Clean up good?”“I guess,” she flashed those teeth again.Remember that herd of cattle passing through? They had drovers. And the drovers must have finished for the day ... because all of ‘em assaulted the porch of the Inn. Some of them were quite. Watching from the threshold between the kitchen and the lounge, I was lost in arousal as the middle finger of my right hand slipped effortlessly through the warm, weeping forest of my damp pussy. My hand had entered a sure, steady rhythm as the soft pad of my finger found the pulsating, tremoring nub of my clit. Occasionally, I would slide down the damp canyon towards my gaping vagina, slipping inside the warm, soaking hole and frigging frantically, believing and willing it to be the perfect. Well little did Jim know was that my wife always had this fantasy about getting a guy over to have a three sum cuz she wanted to watch me suck cock and wanted my to eat her cream pie after they cum in her pussy. My wife and I never acted on this fantasy but in bed we would talk dirty about it and one night after Jim left she said I bet Jim would be down for a 3 sum . I told him about and he got pretty excited and was like damn y'all should have said something . He wanted to know more so I told. It was several days later that when I went to get fresh pair of under ware it was when I opened my drawer that there on top of my white boxers was a pair of her panties. It was the same pair that I was wearing a couple days ago. I was wondering if maybe it was a mistake or something. She said nothing. On my next trip it was normal. I checked my bag and made sure there were only guy’s clothes in it. Again several days later, when I opened my drawer there I saw several pairs of new panties. A.