Directly across from our house was our new neighbor, Mark. He had moved in about seven months ago. Richard had met him and told me all that he’d lea...n. Mark was a retired Deputy Sheriff and was divorced. At one time he was an avid fishing and hunting fanatic but had given it up. I had only spoken with him two or three times and that was just to say hello in passing. To my left next to Mark lived Clark and his wife Patty. Patty and I had become good friends. We had no choice due to our husbands. Kathy and Hannah broke the bread and began to spread the jam. They toasted, ate, toasted some more, and ate some more. Emmeline was still asleep. She had truly worn herself out. There were just the four of them. They toasted Emmeline and wished for her quick recovery. Toasting and conviviality became de rigueur for the rest of the evening.None of this had been planned. Kathy caught on that her mother and daughter had hatched some sort of conspiracy, but was not objecting since she was having. … But ladies and gentlemen this was not to be any normal doggy style sex… oh no… it was soon clear what he wanted when he spat onto his finger and began to tease my arse. Easing first one then two of his fingers (…. Hands like shovels remember…) inside. I held my breath, as my arse began to stretch a little as he slid them further in, spitting on his fingers and my arse at times to ensure there was as little discomfort as possible. Now I have to admit, that I wouldn’t have been at all surprised. In a moment, her shirt was on the ground. ‘Carina, you done got all growed up while I wasn’t looking,’ Brian growled, as his eyes took in Carina’s massive breasts, spilling out of her bra. ‘Damn…’ Carina shyly glowed at the compliment, and she realized she wanted to do this, needed to do it, could do it, would do it. She unhooked her bra, shrugging the straps off her shoulders, letting it fall free. Brian’s eyes bulged — not only were Carina’s tits awesome, but he had not +pushed her to take.