,my cock throbbed and jerked my ass tightened..yes.,yes...yes. I sucked hard one final time as my cock realeased all its contents..Mr Guy sucked, swal...owed and cleaned my cock with his loving tongue and mouth. What a guy Mr Guy, I thought. I lay spent half sleeping when I felt a warm hand on my aching worn cock. I wanted to resist but it was nice; the hand was reaching around my body, Mr Guy was behind me reaching around, his touch was soothing as I dosed half sleeping. Moments later I perked. She leaned in as Morgan pulled away and Dita took her place tongue kissing me. I went back and forth, taking turns making out with both of them. Then Morgan grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head as Dita dropped to her knees, unbuckling my belt and pants. My pants dropped around my ankles as my rock hard cock poked through the opening of my boxers. Dita stroked my cock a few times, then looked up at me, "We didn't give your cock any lip service last night. I think we should make up for. Betty came in and was soon cutting out the patterns Laurel had copied onto the butcher's paper, Betty giggling at Laurel's astonishment at the amount of things a baby needed. Betty the sixth eldest of fourteen children explained as she helped all about babies spitting up, wetting themselves, sometimes needing a whole new change of clothes three or four times a day or more depending on the baby. She went on to explain about bedding, which made Laurel start thinking about what she would need for. I think my jaw dropped to my lap. I had no idea what to say next. I remember hearing that term before but who ever thought I’d meet anyone like that. No wonder she didn’t want me going any farther. What a surprised little fellow I would have been. “You have both? And they both work?” I questioned. “Yes. And yes, in all the ways they are supposed to work,” she said. “Wow. I mean, I would never have guessed in a million years,” I said shaking my head. “Well, now you know. And if you want to.