CHAPTER ELEVEN
So that was the kids' Saturday, and it was good.
It might have been a good Saturday for all the family, except for one thing. Curly thought, late in the afternoon, about the day before, and how, when Karen had flapped her tiny skirt, he had seen the soft bulge at the bottom of her belly, where her nylon panties held rounded, tender little cunt.
It was late in the afternoon, and business was slow. He spoke to Mac Murchison, his part-time helper, "Mac, I'm going to run up and take a look at one of Miz Dunham's appliances. Call me there, if anything happens."
He was just lying on the pale, hot woman's relaxed body, soaking his c**k in her cunt, which was filled with his c*m, when the phone rang. It was Mac.
"That couple from Santa Dorita's here, the ones that made the big
