Lopez. I thanked them for their responsible work and held hands with them all. I told them my wife would come for the girls and that she was an amputee. I went to work, where Doris and Carl said they were glad my daughters were with us. Wendy put the younger kids in her car and went to the school and brought home the girls. They assisted Wendy in a little housework or they played with Becky and Mark. Later the girls did their home work and when I got home I talked with them.The siblings adored each other, but the greatest surprise was the admiration of my daughters for Wendy. Her fantastic personality magnetized my older girls. I thought the years that Amy called Wendy a LOSER CRIPPLE gave this boomerang effect. Wendy began to use the Mark Twain effect "painting Aunt Polly's fence" and they began to learn kitchen work from her soon. My daughters learned to cook well from Wendy by the end of the fifth month. Wendy's fantastic humor was the other thing, which attracted my daughters to. I loved being invisible. Nothing was more freeing. My balls tightened. I basted Miss Cheshire's cooch like the Christmas goose, my whole body tensing with pleasure.Breathing heavily, I pulled out and gave her ass a slap. "Well, sweetness, I'm off." You commin' back, Ghost?" she asked."Abso-damn-fuckin'-lutely, sweetness," I told her, giving her ass a pat. "You got a mighty fine cooch. How could I not want 'nother taste of your grade A cunt?"She giggled, straightening her panties. I gave her ass another squeeze.I had plenty of time before dusk, so I moseyed my way over to the High School—it was almost time for practice. Ursula pulled the short straw, so her and her huge melons kept me occupied beneath the bleachers while the other cheerleaders practiced. Since I popped her cherry, the little slut couldn't get enough of my pecker, and moaned and gasped as she rode me.Around dusk, I found myself waiting at 'Beauty in Motion', the local dancing school where Darleen Cummings, the Mayor's.
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