“I imagine it, Molly. I imagine first taking it down and brushing it out. Then I daydream about it spread out in all its flaming copper glory on my ...pillow.”Molly’s eyes became even bigger when I said that. She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out but a squeaky, “Oh my.”I set my coffee cup down on the table and stood up. Leaning across the table, I softly moved a wisp of her flaming red hair and tucked it behind her ear. Then I sighed theatrically, spun on my heels and departed for El. I felt a sudden rush of affection."I love you, you know that, huh?" I said."I love you too, Larry," she told me. Wow. I'd probably told her I loved her dozens times since we got going, but she'd reciprocated only infrequently; she'd more often equivocated. To hear her say it now gave me tingles."Say it again, honey," I begged."I love you. I really do. I had trouble saying it before because, well, you know..." Your little secret," I said."Not so little," she said sourly. "Larry, I don't know how. During supper, Poppa Jack said, "I would really like to stay one more day." Everyone heartily seconded that wish and so we stayed. Momma Shirley was the only casualty. She had worn the bottom to one of my suits and the top to one of hers. She had red lower cheeks. For an older woman, she had a great figure. I noticed Poppa watching her. A few of the other men did, too. Pam told me that the prizes went to me, her, Jen, and then Momma Shirley according to our two husbands. They told her it was a. Her hips thrust openly now, driving her clit up and down against the trimmer, feeding the sensations running through her pussy.“Oh, god, oh god, oh god!” she moaned as she came. All I could do was watch, the unwitting instrument of her pleasure, my cock hard and throbbing in my shorts.“Oh, daddy!” Alexis exclaimed as she came back down to earth. “What was that?”“That was an orgasm, baby,” I said. “And it looked like a good one.”“I've never felt that good in my life,” she said. “Can I have.