We had a house, sure, and dad had a halfway decent job on the weekdaysbut on Saturdays he'd round up the whole family and force my sixyounger sisters,... and two younger brothers and I into cleaning andscrubbing the floors of Jon Bigsmire's place and tending to all theyard work.The worst thing about it was my father was having us all do it forfree just so he could brown nose with his old Navy buddy who'dstruck it rich by winning a substantial lottery fortune.The reason some times some of my. Shortly after I felt a smack hit me on my cheek. I could tell it wasnt a hand slightly tapping, but something thicker on width and in the shape more like a finger. It clicked. At this point Id like to point out I cant tell you which boy is which from here on, my memory is fairly distorted. One of the two repeatedly hit me on my cheek telling me to open my mouth. I resisted, and resisted but after a few kicks in the stomach I gave in. Within seconds I had this cock thrusting in and out of my. ”He didn’t see a ring on her finger but she could have taken it off before she worked out.He thought he should test those waters and said, “Does your husband have anything he would want to recycle?”“My ex-husband probably does but what they would be I have no idea. I have been divorced for twelve years.”“Sorry but I assumed you were a housewife since you are here at this time.”“No I am not a housewife. I do work full time has a realtor. I have my own realty office and since I am the boss I can. One evening during the week, Paul made a comment, “I’m so Goddamn horny I could fuck a watermelon.” I laughed, but got to thinking… all we had done for the last several months was fuck some real pussies, “You’re one crazy mother fucker, Paul. But let’s go for a ride.”I knew of a large, commercial garden just outside of town. I stopped my VW Beetle just long enough for us to jump out and grab three cantaloupes, each. Paul wanted to know why we were stealing the melons and I told him, “We gotta.