With a sigh of resignation, I sauntered over to the door and opened it and wouldn't you know who was standing outside, looking resigned herself: my fa...vorite blonde tenant, dressed in daisy dukes, a red bikini top, and flip-flops. "Hi, uh, Mr..." "Smith," I provided, suddenly nervous. "Right, Mr. Smith. I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a problem I need to talk to you about." "Uh, sure," I stammered. "Come on in." She entered my abode, I think trying to hide her lack of interest in my scarcely. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. But I spread her legs out wider to admire the view. My rod was impaled in her gash and her swollen pussy flaps were slick with lube juice. I slid in and out slowly, watching her slit stretching around my pole.“Amazing cunt,” I said softly.She moaned and tried to pump up against me, but her little cheeks were up off the bed, helpless. I watched as a snail trail of goo slithered down to her puckered asshole. Finally I took a deep breath and started pounding her again,. The yellow high cut briefs looked awesome. We circled each other, hands high, feinting. She was on her toes, dancing, waiting for me to commit to a move. I knew the minute I did, she would counter with a whirling kick that would probably level me. I tried a move anyway, and was on the floor seconds later. She pounced. Kim clapped from across the room, walking to us and kneeling. ‘You have gotten really good with those moves. What about classes for the rest of us?’ I kissed Clemmie with a lot. "Are you against hunting?" I asked, having hunted since childhood on my uncles' farms."No, we just don't want strangers on our land. We had enough of that when we were younger," Mary Kate told me very emphatically. We turned back to the house after that."I need to take a good look at the pickup truck," I told them, as we neared the old carriage house."Yes, look it over and see what it may require in the way of maintenance or repair," Mary Margaret told me. The two women continued on to the.