If her lover was mending broken fences with her family, what was her temporary loneliness compared to that?The few more days turned into a second week..., and Phoebe began to become more concerned. A concern that also held the emerging elements of fear. Fear that something was wrong.Finally, three weeks after Barbara had gone home for the funeral, Phoebe decided that enough was enough. Phone calls to her parents' house brought only vague promises from her love that she would be home soon. Taking a. K then." Mervat replied letting go off my cock with her feet and putting them together, side by side, with her ankles together, showing me the soles of her feet. With the way feet are shaped, there was a gap in the middle. "If you wanna cum, then you can do it yourself. Go on! Fuck my feet!" She ordered me with any signs of her being nervous or the innocent girl next door now out the window.I held her feet at the balls just under her toes, helping to keep them together and pushed my hips up.. You are in a penalty right now.”I sighed theatrically. She was milking this for everything she could. I pouted.She laughed, “OK. You may have one kiss.”I jumped at the chance. A hot French kiss that lasted about fifteen seconds before she pushed me away and said, “Now, be a good boy.”“Yes, Melanie.”We unpacked and then went up to the house. There was the bedroom, den, kitchen and a small dining area. The lake was about seventy-five yards away and you could see it through the sparse trees. This. Yep, a real farm girl.My ladies and I took our turns in the bathroom, dressed, and headed for the kitchen where we met the returning Hannah.She carried a basket with maybe a dozen eggs and large jug of steaming milk. "I left the rest of the milk in the holding tank, but with only me and no pickups, I'm afraid it will go bad. I used a bunch a few days ago to churn butter, but now there's enough butter to last for weeks." Sit!" directed Rachel. "My turn to cook. I'm thinking ham and cheese.