I knew I was in trouble, and would get nothing fixed if she didn’t go. Nothing was said for several minutes, as I continued to look, even though I ...lready knew what the problem was. Simple enough, really. The rubber water line had split, and needed to be changed. But I needed the extra time to relax and settle my hormones. She was really getting to me. Or more appropriately, to my groin. Finally, I straightened, and immediately moved closer to the counter, pressing my waist forward,. Randall, give it to Caroline, while I screw Emma. You, Gabriel, fuck her ... what’s your name, honey?” I asked one of the new ladies.“Moira,” the ginger told me, even as she welcomed Gabriel’s cock inside her.“Yes, breed Moira ... I want to see her knocked up by you,” I chuckled as I slammed in and out of Emma, admiring my seal above her sweet ass.I pulled Emma’s wavy brown hair while pounding her and using her for my pleasure ... and hers. I also played with her butthole a little, making her. I rang her that evening and during our conversation told her that I had seen her valley between the mountains and complimented her. She blushed and said that she did it on purpose as I was a lot more handsome than she had anticipated. Now we both came out of our closets and started talking very frankly. We had phone sex for the next 5 days as we did not get time to meet each other as we were both working. I made a plan to bring her to my place the next week for the real thing as my parents. Growing together, having fun, exploring life and generally acting like teenagers whenever we thought we could get away with it. We were partners, in every sense of the word.We belonged to several groups together – I read poetry and she ... well, she came along and tried. She painted and I ... if I'm honest, I didn't even try. I could read and write but my skills ended there. I didn't even know which end of the paintbrush to use. I'd try and do abstracts and she'd come over and look and make.