The next time they reappeared, they found me off guard again. I was sitting on the ground under the oak tree, eating an apple, and doing my homework w...en a bare foot stepped onto my books. It was Jane.“Whatcha doing, Ricky?” she sneered with as much disdain as she could muster.I looked up just as Lisa plopped down beside me, legs folded under her, and dress hiked midway up her thighs. She grabbed away my partially eaten apple and proceeded to chomp at it as if I wasn’t there.“Hey, that’s mine!. She was tall at about five foot ten inches and had a reasonable figure from what he could see. She was wearing a loose maxi dress that came down to her ankles which somewhat hid her figure. She had blond hair, which was down to her mid-back and was worn in what Bob would describe as a messy curly style. On some girls this hairstyle looked good and on some not so good. On Jan the hair style looked good but not great. Facially she was pretty and seemed to have a nice personality although she was. ”“Well said, young Paduan!”Carol was grinning and couldn’t stop from laughing at John’s spot-on Obi wan Kenobi impersonation.“Here it is – I joost got it in, I order it as soon as SFU announces its season. Same deal as before or I can order it special for ya and get it here in t’ree tays?”I said, “Order it, John – We have WEST SIDE STORY and SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN BROTHERS to keep us busy. I’ll pay for it now and you can ship it to our new house.”“De mighty Randall has fallen ... to luv and to. ” Cindy reached down and was about to grab a towel off the floor to wipe the cum off her face when Scott said, “Don’t use a towel, you’re a slut. Use your panties like the whore you are.” Cindy smiled, loving how dirty her husband was being, and reached down and slid her wet thong down her smooth legs. She then stepped out of them and held them in her hands. She slowly raised the soaking wet panties to her face and began to wipe her husbands cum off herself. Cindy deliberately ran the silk.