Is that for mommy?" Yes mommy. That is for you."Oh my God! What are they doing? Katherine thought. Just as quickly she realized what they were doing a... she watched Shelly lower her shaved pussy onto her sons waiting cock while she told him how mommy wanted to ride her little boy until she squirted her juice all over his cock. Surprisingly Katherine didn't turn and run. She just leaned against the couch and watched dumbfounded as her son pretended to be fucking his mother.As Katherine watched. In the kitchen, out of sight of the dining room, Clara grabbed my crotch. She gave my cock and balls a quick rub and squeeze. “Nice junk,” she whispers.I chuckle and whisper, “Thanks.”When I returned to the dining room, Paul asks, “So, Carl, have you ever been inside a barn?”“No, I haven’t, “ he replied. “Clara, give Carl a tour. We’ll go downstairs and I’ll write Earl a check for the lumber.”We went downstairs into Paul’s office. He sat behind the desk and opened a drawer and withdrew a ledger. Hannah never talked about their agreement. She simply moaned under me, exhorting me to do my best to defeat one of her eggs. “Defeat” probably isn’t the best word to use in that context, because her willingness to be naked with me and open herself to my love held nothing but hope. “Defeat” also usually has a negative context, but in this case something would be built and cherished and loved.It took three more months before we finally killed the rabbit. Hannah visited one last time (as my lover). We looked at each other and broke up giggling.“Your pussy looks so threadbare,” I laughed, “like a lawn that’s mostly dirt.”“Just ‘cause you have a little more grass doesn’t make yours a meadow.”We broke up again.I tried one more time to put my foot behind my head, just as there was a knock on my bedroom door and Daddy opened it.“What are you girls…“ he trailed off.Jessica looked panicked, searching for something with which to cover herself and finally grabbing a pillow that she held lengthwise.