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Upstairs, there was a king size bed in the master bed room, a double in the room Peter had claimed as well as a full size bed in the other two bedrooms. Martha told us there were two sets of bunk beds that used to be in the attic rooms still out in the barn, but she didn't see us needing them anytime soon so they hadn't been brought in each room also had a desk and chair, and at least one dresser. The master bedroom had two. There were extra dressers in the barn as well. The enclosed back porch, Martha called it a mud room, had a washer and dryer, old but functional as well as laundry hampers. All the windows had curtains and pull down shades that would give us casual privacy and allow us to block the sun if we needed to.
"Why don't you kids have the lights on?" Martha asked, "getting a little dim in here."
"I haven't had a chance to call the city." I said.
She harrumphed and led me outside. Showing me the meter box and breaker panel. She opened it up and threw the biggest switch then let it slam closed. She told me one of the kids would come by and read the meter the first of each month and she would leave us a note telling us what we owed. She called for Frank, the oldest boy, telling him to check the well and house valve and turn on the gas and make sure the pilot lights were lit. Not long after, they all saddled up and headed home.
We settled around the kitchen table, exhausted, sipping room temperature soda and eating cold pizza. The fridge was running, but we wouldn't have ice for a few hours yet.
"Why do I have the feeling those kids built their new house one morning," I said, "and threw up the barns that afternoon because they were bored."
Everybody chuckled.
"They even made the beds," Becky said, "there were boxes of old sheets and blankets in the barn."
There were pots and pans and dishes, even tableware," said Sandi.
"If we had some groceries, we could spend the night." I said.
"Check the fridge and pantry," said Peter,dryly, "she had one of the girls run back to the house for a 'few things'."
"Guys, we can not screw this up," I said, "there will be no loud parties, or crowds of people here."
"That's right," said Peter, "we are going to have to keep this place neat and clean inside and out, all the time."
The girls nodded in agreement.
We sat and talked about house rules, necessary, according to Becky, to keep us from arguing over things. Tomorrow we planned to move our personal stuff. A little later we had ice. We fixed tall glasses of the remaining soda and moved to the living room. Sandi and I on one sofa, Peter and Becky on the other. The shades were down and the room was softly lit by tall floor lamps. We made lists of things we would need and things we needed to do. Chores were divided between us.
The conversation ran down and we sat quietly thinking about our future in this miracle of a house we had fallen in to. I was idly fondling one of Sandi's breasts, running a finger over the nipple when she sat up and pulled off her shirt. I pulled her onto my lap, kissing her neck and nibbling her ears. She held my hands to her breasts. Across the room Becky was sucking on Peter's prick, with her lush, bare bottom up in the air. I slid a hand down to gently rub Sandi's crotch. She dropped her hands to unbutton and unzip her shorts. My hand slipped inside her panties. One finger slipped through her folds, moving moisture up to her clit as she became wet. She sighed in contentment. I urged her up a little, sliding her panties and shorts down her legs until she kicked them off and away. She spread her legs wide, allowing me free access to every part of her. I slipped a finger into her pussy, gently probing, pulling it across her clit each time I pulled back. She moaned softly as her breath came faster.
Sandy twisted around to face me. She unbuckled my belt and opened my pants, tugging them down to expose my prick. She took me into her mouth, licking and sucking. With each stroke she took me a little deeper. She gagged slightly, managed to suppress the reflex and pressed forward, bumping her nose against my lower belly as she took my prick down her throat. She pulled back to catch a breath then pressed me into her throat again. I felt my balls tighten. The next time she slid her throat over my prick, I placed a hand on her head, not to force her, but to let her know I wanted her to stay there. My cum sprayed down her throat while she convulsively gulped pulling my prick a little deeper. We were frozen like that for several seconds, the feeling of her throat so intense I almost couldn't breathe. She finally pulled back letting my prick slide out of her mouth. She gently licked and sucked until I was hard again. She crawled up my body, kissed me and whispered 'doggy style' in my ear. I slid out from under her, letting her position herself, knees on the sofa and her upper body supported on the padded arm. I moved behind her, positioning my prick and thrust my prick into her pussy in one long stroke until my balls gently slapped against her. She let out a long moan. I started stroking into her pussy, pulling back until I was just barely in her then slid back into her in long slow strokes.
We slowly increased our tempo. She moaned and gasped, her voice rising in volume and pitch. I ran my fingers gently between her ass cheeks, lightly grazing across her puckered sphincter. Every time I did this her ass would shiver and her pussy would clamp down on my prick. Squeezing lick a soft wet fist. I put my hand between us, collecting some of her dripping juices to rub over her ass hole, then inserted one finger gently to the first knuckle. She gasped and cried out, slamming back at me, her hips shaking out of control as she stroked herself on my prick and finger. She squealed as her orgasm swept over her body, I blasted my cum deep into her clenching pussy, roaring with one of the strongest orgasms I'd ever had.
Sandi collapsed onto the sofa, pulling off of my softening prick. I caught myself from falling on her, holding myself up, stiff armed on the arm of the sofa. We stayed like that, panting like dogs for a few minutes before I could heave myself up and climb off the sofa. I helped her slide down and stretch out and lay beside her. I held her gently, kissing her forehead, closed eyes and cheeks. She looked at me with wide shining eyes.
"O M G!" she said, softly, "that was, like, the best ever. Can you do that again?"
"Not right now," I chuckled, squeezing her in my arms, "maybe after I recover, say in a week or so."
"A Week!!" she cried, "You better not make me wait a week!"
"Okay, okay," I said, grinning, "maybe in a few hours, but more likely tomorrow."
"Yeah," she pouted, " I think I need some time to recover too."
After a while I got up.
"No," she moaned
I picked her up in my arms and carefully carried her upstairs, to the bathroom. One long hot shower later we lay on the big bed, cuddled spoon fashion. I the shower running in the other bathroom followed by some soft talk and giggling. I half expected Peter and Becky to join us, but they apparently went to his room.
An hour or so later, we made slow gentle love, and it was love I realized, not just sex. With minimal clean up, we settled under the covers and slept like the dead till morning.
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