Paul said it was strange not to feel welcome in his parents' home. He and Susan left the next morning headed back to us. They decided there was nothin...g out there for either of them.Paul had written down information on how to contact himself including the address of the farm. He just didn't believe they ever would. He told me he understood my concern about the eventual future with few people and no children to continue. He liked the direction in which my family group was headed. He and Susan had. J., fucking marvellous!”We sat chatting and drinking for the next hour, over this time John seemed to calm down somewhat and was actually quite good company with some great anecdotes to share, after another half hour his mood had changed and his constant compliments to me on my appearance and looks grew evermore. “Why John I do believe you are flirting with my wife!” I laughed, turned to John and continued “ Now tell me again how lovely I am, flattery will get you everywhere,” John spluttered. ”“Jeff and I take you on? I’m okay with that and I know, I get that pretty, little ass of yours. I’m not sure if Linda would like that.”“You leave her to me. I’ll have her dragging you off to bed in no time.”Dan barely had the Maxima pointed west on Highway 401 when Abby and Tiffany were locked in a lover’s embrace. They moaned softly as their tongues explored the other’s mouth. Skirts were lifted above their small asses and their tops now lay on the floor.“Mmm, I love watching two hot looking. Let ‘em look. Hell, let ‘em take pictures.“I never knew you were a ‘keep-the-lights-on’ kind of guy,” she said, lying back on three of our four fluffy pillows.“That’s because having all the lights on would have seemed kind of excessive, there in your little ol’ country guest bedroom, with the whole house asleep.”I was lying on my stomach, low on the bed between Peg’s outstretched legs. I was examining and appreciating her brazenly bald, bare-as-a-baby pussy. Only the dense-but-severely.