We have to move this bedroom to our house and the one from there back here. We also need to get the furniture from the store and set it up. Finally, w... have to do something about the garage and the Davidson's bodies." Okay, okay, slave driver." I kidded. I got up and dressed. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen when we went in."Jack, your dad, Janice, and I are going to help you today. Mary will be here in a minute. We will eat breakfast then." While we're waiting, Son, let's get the backhoe loaded. Xxx It made him smile, she had out-thought him. It was a full three weeks till on coming home he found the third album waiting on his desk. It had been three great weeks of sex, vanilla-sex tis true but vanilla sex of a fantastic style that had kept them both in enjoyment and had eased both their frustrations. He dumped his briefcase, and sat down at the desk, hardly daring to breath as he opened the first page, there was a note inside the leaf, it said, please son, don’t think ill of me, or. Then they were in and they all seemed to see me at the same time, everything got very quiet. I could feel their eyes running over me, my heavy 32C tits hanging out for them to see, my shaved cunt closed between my legs. No one said anything until Mr. Miller reached over and grabbed one of my thighs spreading my legs open showing my wet, dripping slit. “Shit … “ one of the guys breathed. “How old is she?” Mr. Miller laughed lowly. “Very illegal, but a real slut D. Very illegal.” The guy. Marry the wives of those two," he pointed at the pair of emasculated natives, "or get gone. You're in a hurry and I doubt you've got time to load the plane."Killing the attempted rapists was OK ... not great, but Ok." He pointed at the 'warning dicks' in front of the hut. "That made it a SERIOUS Tribal offense." He shook his head. "Wendy, how did you expect those two to live in the next great adventure with no plumbing?" How many wives?" Two ... each." OK." They have kids." Shit!" Kids, not.