It had been a big decision marrying into the Clam Midea family. Her Uncle Carled Saw had stopped speaking to them because as he put it. “Igot Clam ...Midea was so normal he would dilute the family strain and then proceed to burp in front of everyone to show he enjoyed his dinner. Her family had split right down the middle about the wedding though they all turned up because the free booze and food often meant a wild party and her family just loved wild parties. They had been married 27 years and. ‘He’ll be worth his weigh in gold with all the motors and electrical gear that needs maintenance. He can live with Charlie in his shop.’ To Albert’s delight, Matron said, ‘talk to me after lunch and we`ll arrange it.’ Two plumbers had joined the family for lunch wolfing into the fresh cooked whiting, salad and fries. They were putting in an additional septic tank to take the added waste. Dave had decided to install a windmill to power the spear pump. It would provide cheap fresh water for the. I shuffled my hips a little to help her pull my trousers down, and she pushed them to my ankles. She returned her attention to my groin. Caressing the emerging lump through the dark fabric of my boxers, the slipping a hand up under the leg and brushing over my now rigid cock."I assume you like this, then?" she asked, archly.She dragged my cock out from my boxers and started to very slowly move her hand up and down it's length. She pulled the foreskin back so far that I winced, then rolled it. He sat then, on a stool at the end of the couch. He had a hairbrush, and as he talked, more quietly than he normally would, he gently brushed my wet hair. He'd done this once before, for no more reason than the fact he was curious, but this time was different.His brushing gave me the focus I needed to hear what he was saying, and as I lay there more or less motionless, he told me all about what was wrong with my stockbroker, how none of it was my fault, and how if I hadn't been such a nice girl.