find her employer standing in front of the refrigerator opening a beer. She was a little startled to see him there, and she felt a little embarrassed at first to be nearly stark naked in front of him. He just looked her over from head to toe and smiled a big, big smile.
'Oh! You're home!' Cindy blurted out. 'I forgot that it was Thursday. I wasn't expecting you.'
He grinned at her, the tip of his tongue sticking out between the rows of his white teeth. 'Looks just fine to me, Miss Cindy. Everything looks just fine!' He tipped the can of beer up to his lips and threw his head back. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he chugged the beer right down. When he finished, he crushed the can in his fist and tossed it into the trash can. 'You look like you've made yourself right to home while I been gone. I'm right glad of that. You want a beer? I been on the road a hell of a long time, and that makes a man mighty thirsty – horny, too!'
Cindy felt a little silly standing there holding the laundry basket in front of her crotch. It didn't cover up much of anything anyway, so she let it drop down so that her pussy was peeking out over the rim. She thrust her hip out to one side and looked Big George up and down lust as frankly and openly as he was looking at her.
'Sure, I'd love a nice cold beer. It's a warm day, isn't it?'
She liked the homely, sexy grin on his face and the blue-black shadow of his beard on his jaws. His eyes were crinkled up at the corners with his smile, and his cheeks and nose were a little sunburned. She liked the width of his shoulders and the power that rippled through his arms as he reached into the refrigerator and took out two more beers. He sure didn't have any beer-belly on him, though, no matter how much of the stuff he drank.
She noticed again the thick black hair on his chest under his shirt and the hair on his arms. She glanced down at his crotch in his tight blue jeans. There was that fullness that reminded her that he supposedly had an even bigger cock than either one of his sons, and she knew for sure just how heavy-hung they were.
'Mighty warm, mighty warm. A lot more comfortable without too much clothes on, ain't it? Where are the kids?'
'I don't know. Maybe they're down at the creek swimming. They were around a little while ago after lunch. Sam and Mary Lou were fucking on the sofa when I told them to get out of the way so I could clean up in there. Why don't you come on into the living room and relax? You must be tired after a long trip.'
'That sounds good to me,' he said, and handed her a beer.
She tossed the laundry basket on the floor by the cellar door and took the can. She used the tail of the shirt she was wearing to wipe the sweat off the can, and she gave him a good look at her tits while she did it. He must have liked what he saw, because his hand went down to his crotch to ease the strain on his cock. When he took his hand away, she could see the length of his tool down the leg of his jeans. It went a long ways down his leg, too. She licked her lips and took a pull from the can of beer. They went into the living room and both sat down on the sofa.
'Well, how was your trip?' she asked him.
He took a couple of swallows from his beer and admired the way the soft hair grew on her cunt mound. 'Boring as hell. Same as usual. You ain't interested in my trip, though I've got some news for the kids. Tell me how things went while I was gone.'
'You said before that I looked like I had made myself at home. I guess that's all there is to say. I'm getting along fine with the boys and Mary Lou. They haven't caused me any trouble, and I've been enjoying myself just fine.'
'I figured you'd either settle in with us or be gone when I got back,' he said. 'I was kind of hopin' that you would still be here. You're a hell of a nice-looking gal, you know.'
'Thank you. Sam and Junior seem to think so too.'
'They haven't been wearing you out, have they?'
'It would take more than those two studs to wear me out,' she said with a smirk of pride. 'They're a couple of randy-assed boys, though. I bet they take after their old man.'
He grinned broadly at her. 'Couple of chips off the old block. They've still got some growin' to do before they can catch up to me, though.'
'Oh yes?'
He squeezed his big dork through his pants and gave her a wink. 'Oh yes!'
'You're looking pretty horny yourself. Didn't you get any ass while you were on the road?'
He reached over to her and gently pulled his son's shirt away from her breasts so that he could get a better look at them. They stood up so firm and fine that his mouth began to water, and his cock started drooling, too.
'Not exactly,' he said. 'I was in a big hurry, and I figured that either you or Mary Lou would be able to take care of things like that for me when I got back home.' His fingers trailed down over her tits to her nipples. He traced one fingertip around the broad, dusky-pink halo of her nipple and was pleased to see the center of it stand up for him eager to be sucked.
'Why don't I help you off with your clothes?' she offered. 'You'll be a lot more comfortable, I'm sure. It's so hot in the house in the summer time, and your cock looks like it's about to bust off at the roots with that big hard-on you have in your pants.'
He chuckled. 'You're a gal after my own heart.'
He began to unbutton his shirt while she slipped off the sofa and knelt on the rug at his feet to unlace his heavy boots. She looked tip at him and smiled as she unlaced his boots and slipped them off his feet. She pulled his socks off, too, and raised up his feet to massage the soles with her boobs. Her hard nipples tickled the bottoms of his feet as he pulled off his T-shirt. He started to take his pants off then, but she stopped him and took over the job herself. She was teasing him as only she knew how to, and he was enjoying it to the fullest. She was bending low over his lap and letting her tits rub on his thighs and on his prong as it was trapped in his pants leg. She seemed to take forever unbuckling his belt and unhooking his jeans, and then pulling the zipper down.
'I seem to be gettin' hotter and hotter the more clothes I take off,' he joked.
'We'll see just how hot you can get,' she said as she pulled his pants open. 'Lift your ass up off the sofa some,' she ordered. He leaned back and lifted his butt up, and she peeled his tight jeans down his legs and off his feet. He sighed with relaxation as his huge dong escaped from the tight-fitting pants. It was still trapped in his underwear, but he was so hard that he was practically tearing the jockey shorts off his body with the force of it.
'My, my, look at that!' she exclaimed. 'The boys and Mary Lou have been telling me how big your tool is, but I just had to see it for myself.'
'Look all you want to, Cindy, long as you don't stop with just lookin'!'
'Don't worry about that, George,' she said, and lowered her head to his crotch where the big cock was straining the cloth of his shorts. She stuck out her tongue and licked across the broad head of his dong through the cotton. She stuck her nose down into his sweaty crotch and inhaled the smell like it was the best cologne.
'Hey, you like that, don't you?'
She nodded her head with her eyes half closed in a dreamy look. She nipped at his pecker with her teeth until she caught just his jockey shorts between her teeth and started pulling them down his legs with her mouth. He lifted up his butt again and let her pull his shorts off all the way. His pronger snapped up against his belly when she pulled the elastic waistband of the pants over the head of it. The foreskin was already pulled back and the shaft ran up his belly, lying there like a huge red snake in the thick black fur. His balls hung down between his legs like a couple of hairy oranges in their bag. He spread his legs further apart to give them room.
'Come on up here, pretty thing, and let me get a look at that pussy my boys have been bangin' while the old man was gone.'
She smiled at him and climbed up onto the sofa. She sat in the corner at one end and pulled tip her legs and spread them apart. She put her fingertips down onto the lips of her cunt and opened the wet leaves for him to see her secret treasure chamber. Her clit was hard and throbbing, a little pink rod under the fringes of her cunt hair. Her box was flushed red with the blood of passion, and her hole gaped open, ready, hot and waiting for his thick prong to fuck it. He put his big hands on the insides of her thighs and gazed at her quim.
'Sam and Junior already fucked this thing?'
'And Mary Lou, too. At least she's had her tongue and her clit in there.'
'Oh, yeah? She go in for girls too?'
'She likes a little variety in her loving.'
