" She giggled and took hold of my hand, "You don't understand, I REALLY want to thank you!" She looked over her shoulder at my car, "Come on, let's ge... in the back seat of your car." Now it was my hearts turn to stop.We no sooner got inside the car when she went to work on my belt, undoing the buckle and tugging down my jeans and then my boxers. I didn't even have a hard on yet when she grabbed my cock and popped it into her mouth. The things her tongue did to the head of my cock changed that. Three further strokes and cries of “AAH!” and “OUCH!” from Michelle, and the caning had quickly reached its halfway point.She had coped well and with six more strokes remaining I chose to raise the bar and make each stroke harder. To this point I had only caned her across her knickers, but the bare flesh of the lower buttock area beckoned. To gauge her tolerance for the harder strokes I applied the next two to the centre of her bottom “OW-OW-OW! that hurts,” she yelled rocking from one foot to. I did however feel the sting of a fly swatter across my ass. It was meant to break things up but it had an entirely different result. It set off a chain reaction that started with me cumming in Jill, Jill having her orgasm, and then in turn her tongue set off Tessa’s orgasm. It was Tessa that finally opened her eyes and told us that Mom had caught us. We all three looked at Mom and started to slowly uncouple and rearrange our clothing. I pulled up my underwear and my pants, Tessa pulled on her. She reported back later about how much he enjoyed it, so I taught her and Amanda how to make it.Word spread and one morning I had six wives besides my two best friends over for a marathon class. Chloe had bought a twenty pound turkey and roasted it. We all helped strip the meat off the bones, and soon we were chopping onions and prepping the rest of the ingredients. Amanda had bought ten pounds of cheese and three large jars of pimentoes. I contributing by making homemade mayonaise and buying.