Carla and I agreed to split some of the moving responsibilities, I would finish cleaning out the ranch house, and other buildings, she would stay at the lake house and unpack, putting things where she wanted them.
I told Jack and Jill that I would pay them to help with the move. Carla didn’t want anyone underfoot, so Jill would help me pack, Jack would haul things to storage, or to the lake house.
A couple of times, during the first day of packing, I spotted Jill on her hands and knees, with her fine ass stretching her jeans.
“You better be careful, girl,” I told her rubbing my dick through my own jeans, “since I’ve been on this horse ranch, that’s exactly the position that gets me wantin’ to breed.”
She chuckled, told me that she needed to take a cigarette break, poured both of us a glass of tea, then went to sit on the porch. I kept trying to bring up the subject of sex, but she kept changing the subject. Jack drove back in, joined us for a few minutes, then they went home.
By the next morning, I had my plan set in my head. Jill and I loaded the pickup with a big load for Carla, and I told Jack to get back as soon as he could. When he returned, we loaded again. This time, it was a big load going to my daughter’s house, almost two hours away. I told Jack I’d take Jill home, when we had finished packing for the day.
A few minutes after he pulled out, Jill needed to go to the bathroom..just what I wanted. I had removed the toilet tissue, and all the bathroom towels and washcloths.
“Don,” came the call I wanted to hear, “would you bring me some toilet paper?” I waited for her to call a second time, before I answered, “Sure, but it’ll cost you.” I opened the bathroom door, walked to her, and slowly unwrapped the roll. As she sat and watched, she said, “I suppose we’re gonna fuck, now?”
“That’s what I’ve been wanting for twenty five years,” I said, “I kinda thought you might just have been wanting the same from me.”
“Well,” she smiled, “I’ve always had a crush on you.” When she reached for the tissue, I lifted it out of her reach. I unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, and told her, “I’ve always wanted to put this in your pretty little mouth. You give me a blow job, and I’ll wipe your ass.”
“It’s not my ass that needs wiped,” she said, “all I did was pee. Lets get in the bed, and I’ll trade you tongue jobs.” I told her she had a good idea, and I didn’t want her to wipe, I’d do it for her.
By the time we hit the bedroom door, we were both naked. (I was thankful we’d bought new furniture for the lake house, so we still had a bed there)
I kissed my way from her lips to her pussy, which had the fullest bush I, personally, had ever seen.
We hit a ’sixty-nine’, with Jill on top. My cock throbbed at the feel of her mouth sliding up and down its’ length. My chin pressed into her clit, while my tongue dipped through her tight cunt lips. In a matter of seconds, her juices began to seep out, into my mouth. After just two or three minutes, I could hear her gurgling her saliva, and grunting, as she started humping into my face, harder.
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