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I woke, slightly disoriented, not quite knowing where I was. Sandi's warm body, nestled against me brought back yesterday in a rush. Except it was Becky, not Sandi. “We were both up to pee about four o'clock,” she said, “and decided to switch places.” I hugged and kissed her, groping her breasts for a moment, then had to get up for my own bathroom needs. Breakfast was, thanks to Martha's foresight, ham, eggs, and toast, with coffee. We had to rush out, leaving the dishes to soak in the sink, suddenly realizing we only had the clothes we'd worn yesterday. Peter had it the easiest as he was doing dirt work and nobody would care if he was dirty and smelly. Sandi and Becky just wanted clean clothes, I would need to change for work. Peter took off in his truck. I ran the girls home and just barely made it to work on time. After work, I was loading my clothes into the trunk along with a number of boxes my parents had left stacked by the front door with a note claiming I'd find the contents necessary. Sandi pulled up in a white, vintage mustang, convertible. I'm not a big car guy, but the mustang was one of those iconic cars that everybody knows. She jumped out and bounced up to me with a big smile and shining eyes. “Daddy said I needed a car, living out here,” she bubbled, “he gave me this. He's had it in the garage forever, tinkering on weekends and driving it a little every month or so.” “Wow,” was all I could say. That car had to be over forty years old, but looked like it had just come off the showroom floor. A few minutes later, Peter showed up, his truck piled high with boxes, followed by Becky in an odd little pickup that looked like a van, converted to a pickup and shrunk to half size and sounded like a sewing machine, also piled high. We all admired Sandi's mustang then turned to look at Becky's 'truck'. “It's Japanese,” she said, “Mom worked a deal with a guy. All I know is, it runs, and gets about forty miles to the gallon. We were soon on our way to our house. When we got there the Boardman kids, I had checked the name on the rental agreement, were swarming around the house pulling weeds and raking up leaves. They already had a sizable pile about fifty feet to one side of the shed, opposite sex the big propane tank. Two big steel barrels sat a little closer to the house. Jenny, who seemed to be in charge, walk up to us. “Mama says the gas man will be out tomorrow or the next day to top off the propane,” She said, “those drums are your burn barrel and can barrel.” She explained that paper indian and burnable waste went into the burn barrel, and we should burn it when it was full or looked like rain. Cans were to be pealed and flattened, except Aluminum which should be kept separate for recycling. Kitchen waste would go into a compost heap, a mound next to the shed. We remained on her beach towel for a while longer to let the suntan lotion soak into our bodies, until Sami finally secures her bikini top and bottom again, much to my dismay, rolled to her feet, and pulled her surfboard from the sand. “If you liked that . . . This was his first opportunity “Tina how about you”? I fingered her wet clit and pussy coating my fingers. When she orgasmed for me I felt a huge sense of relief in achieving such a personal milestone. I grab her black hair and hold her face against my shoulder indian as I start to thrust inside her. The woman, as he didn’t know what else to call her, asked hard questions fast. She felt herself start to approach another orgasm, her fifth one today. “And that’s what you want? She wanted his cock. I just had her pierced yesterday." The feel of me sucking your cock is completely driving you wild. “Do you want to help me torture Aunt Lucilla?” Julia asked, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and arousal. I was glad they did sex that because, once I was topless too, I started getting my share of the attention.” You’ve always been sweet to everyone. “What did I tell you about the first time, young lady?” Becky asked As usual, he stripped, that gorgeous piece of meat dangling right in front of me, tempting me. Fuckit.