Mr. K would say, “we need to take care of ‘such & such’ field,” and I would go do it.Noon meals were always at Wally’s house, unless we were... working a field too far away to drive the tractor there in ten minutes, or less.Right here, I need to insert that the family were Mennonites... maybe Quakers… maybe Amish… Pentecostal… Wiccans… not definite on that one, at all. I do remember the females always wore dresses or skirts. Many times, I wondered if they wore underwear beneath those skirts.SO…... Being alone was more scary but being together was actually fun. Well I enjoyed it so I guess they might as well enjoy it too.I took the girls home and told them that I wanted them nude inside the house from now on unless we had company or they were coming in or on their way out. They agreed. It was Terri’s bedtime so I sent her up to bed. A couple of minutes later I followed her up with a screwdriver and removed her bedroom door. I did the same to my bedroom door and the bathroom door too.. "There's one dead indian." She reported, dropping the bottle back into the cooler, giggling. She looked relaxed and a bit flushed now, like she might have just the slightest beginnings of a high as well.The pizza arrived. We paused the VCR while Betsy put it in the microwave on 'hold warm'. By then, most of the rest of my second glass had disappeared and I was feeling warm and happy. I slurred a few words, but was able to force myself to pronounce them correctly, giggling as Betsy smiled at me.. But now i will give you what you deserve, your beauty desrves to be fucked hardcore..how can that impotent idiot ignore your steaming hot body…I: i am all yours babyyyy…. Oohhhh… You are my hubby from now…forget that i am your sister…tear my horny cunt…it needs a cock very badly..aaahhhhhaaaahhhhHe inserted his fingers and started finger-fucking me…i was moaning with pleasure…I: eat it darling…i am your slut now…make me feel like one…ohhhhhh myyyy ggoooodddddAnd he dug his tongue deep inside.