"Hey, Muriel, look at the nice present Chuck brought us!"Mom hugged her and said, "Just ignore him, Dear. He's harmless. Come on into the house and ou... of this cold wind."The smell of Mom's cooking filled the house and brought back a lot of memories. I kissed her on the cheek and sniffed the air. "If you could bottle that smell, you could get rich and give up farming." Give up farming?!" Dad barked, "When I'm a cold, dead corpse in my grave, maybe!"Carol was sympathetic. "Mr. Duncan, my folks. His arms wrap around me and hold me against him, and I wonder if I'll suffocate. Without warning he turns me around, lifts me up with surprising ease and bends me over the bar. I cling onto the closed shutters, my feet dangling off the floor, and I know what's about to happen but it still surprises me when he pushes my skirt up over my legs and ass. I feel both of his hands caressing my cheeks, gently at first, and then pinching and grabbing. I hear him exhale, almost a half moan, as I feel. Ruth," I said in a slightly disgruntled tone, naming two of the popular advice mavens of the day. We were back in the room and I was having renewed thoughts of the reason why I was actually here."No," Susan agreed, "but why not? It didn't do you any harm, did it? Just a stop along the way, nothing to take away from why you came. And didn't it make you feel really good to help somebody like that?" You mean Celeste?" I asked wryly. "Or Bertie?"She laughed. "Maybe both," she said. "My God, she's. Tim crawled up between Fred’s legs and put a lip lock on Fred’s flaccid cock. While Tim was bobbing up and down, Mary motioned me over and asked what I thought of Tim’s ass? I told her I thought it was wonderful, nice and tight, an ass one could really sink a dick into. She smiled and suggested I find some lube and start buttering up his hole. Yes ma’am!I moved over to the bed and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. I sat on the bed next to Tim and poured a small amount of lube at the top of.