Mother nature reared her devious little head, and ruined that plan. I learned more about the female menstrual cycle than any guy should be forced to k...ow. Since we were cooped up in the cabin, I didn't have much choice.I spent the first three days working from daylight to dark. Too bad there wasn't more hay. I suppose most guys would think I went into hiding because the girls were moody and in pain. They would be wrong.Denise and Ann were acting really weird. For starters, they wore nothing but. The father wore sorrow on his face that was not there before and the mother sat knitting in a state of non-belief. Finally the father broke the silence. “What did we do wrong Linda what did we do to ruin him that way.” Linda shook her head. “This was not our fault we raised that boy right he just fell too hard.” Jim clenched the beer can he was holding. “Yes it was all that little vixens fault that tramp that slut!” Linda put down her knitting and grabbed her husband’s hand. “Please don’t blame. Her expression said that she didn’t believe on what I had said and went away.From that day onwards I saw some behavioral changes in my chachi, whenever she got a chance she tried to do something out of the way. Once I was about to pass by her side and it was a very small space for both of us. I tried avoiding making any body contact but when I was about to pass she bent to pick up something. This made her ass crush my groin area, I felt an electric current passing through my body. I could feel. A hand took her head and held it while he began to fuck her mouth. Marg, without her hands, had no chance of pushing him away to take a breath. She was trying to breathe through her nose as he pushed his cock down her throat and held it longer than she could stand.At last he removed his cock and there was a couple moments when she got her breath back. Marg was rolled to her back and that same rough hand was soon touching her inner thighs as if the owner was taking his time feeling her before.