Oh my god, this is gonna be fun, she thought. Attack him? Strip? She knew both approaches were very familiar to her husband and would be nothing ne..., so what to do? Mary took the straight shot, went with words. “John, darling, over the last thirty years, you’ve seen me naked and had me in every possible position. In the last month or two, you’ve seen me suck another man’s dick, watched him come in my mouth, watched him fuck me in my ass. I’ve sat on another man’s face naked. I’ve eaten. It didn’t cost him anything.I walked down the line of feed bins opposite side from the bull wondering what I was hearing. I kept going until I thought I was adjacent to whoever it was and I slowly climbed up on the bin to be able to see over, into the pen. In the fairly near distance there they were, all four of them. It was the four sisters and not Lilly. Two in the bull’s big roundish galvanized watering trough were soaking and basking in the sun. Siza was draped over stroking the bull’s head. She again smiled and went out of the room. Her nice round ass was quite visible. I was sure that she was not wearing any undergarments. It was my chance; I came out of my room and went straight into my brother’s room. Bhabi was lying there on the bed with her back to my side reading a girl magazine. Her dress was not in a good position. I could see a part of her ass crack. I called her. She was horrified to see me and quickly got up and tried to cover her body parts that I was staring. She. Friends with benefits, to be politically correct, which than became a few nights a week of drinking, snorting coke, and fucking after her deadbeat husband abandoned the both of them. But we both knew, or at least I knew, while trying not to get involved in any serious relationship, that it wouldn't turn into more, and eventually we just fell back into just being friends. Yet, overall, I was still very fond of them both, and at times we were a regular part of each other's lives for that one.