At this point my wife lowered herself back down to lye on the bed and slid the sheets off the side of the bed. I moved my head to the side to look dow... her body past her naval and to the small strip of hair above her pussy. I slowly kissed down her body using plenty of tongue and ran my tongue round her belly button and planted kisses on her short brown strip of pubic hair. I then got up and moved position so I was sat between her legs. I grabbed her knees and pulled them up to her chest so her. Grace commented "Sure smells good. Did you girls cook these yourselves?" Kim said "Yes we did and no help from dad. We do most of the cooking now and dad only exercises the smoke alarm occasionally." Everybody got a chuckle out of that one as we all sat down.We all told a little about ourselves like Kim losing her mom in the accident, Tammy losing her whole family in the fire across the street, my getting roped into coaching the cheerleading squad and then accepting a position as the technology. Behind each of the enthroned Chiefs sits three of his bureaucrats, on smaller chairs to reflect their lesser status. A fleet captain who oversees the faction’s piracy and capture of victims, a contracts adviser, responsible for the faction’s finances and retail agreements, and finally - the manager of the faction’s slaves, who deals with training, processing, and all matters from captives’ arrival up to their point of sale.The final attendees are us – the women. Each Chief brings a sample of. 'What's going on here?!' Monica shouted.Nica fell over as she was so startled that she was home and she didn't hear her, Sara tried to cover herself up while Monica was staring at the two of them and what they were actually doing. 'Aunt Monica! What are you doing home?' Nica stammered.'It's quarter to seven Nica, what the hell?!' she looked at them ashamed.'We have to go! Sara we have to go!' Nica shouted grabbing a towel.They both grabbed towels and ran to Nica's bedroom to get ready, Monica.