That was all what repeated. Though she was happy with the progress her kids showed, but she needed something to spice up her life. She was simply not ...nderstanding what to do. At one time in college days she remember having reading a couple of sex stories and enjoying a glass or two of hard drinks with her friends and hubby. But now, even though she wanted to read such stories, she couldn’t because she felt a bit awkward. She was not too comfortable to talk about sex openly with her hubby. She. “Is Miss Eva available.”The ceiling said, “I’ll ask. Hero Caretaker Ellen?”“Yes?”“What is your primary job?”“Shit...” she shook herself, “May I offer you refreshment?”“Why, yes,” JW said. He had studied his mom’s journals about his dad’s adventures doing hero work on Chaos ... one thing that stood out were meals provided by the Ceiling. “I’d like a porterhouse steak, seared outside and warm in the middle, running in juice, with a baked potato the size of two fists and served up with. I want you to open your mouth slowly and not so wide. I am going to lean in and our tongues are going to touch. Don’t freak out. You’ll probably think its kind of weird. Give it a few seconds and you’ll start to instinctively reply in kind with equal tongue action.” Lisa darted at me, and at first, I was stunned but in what felt like a millisecond, our tongues touched, and the wetness of her tongue and the warmth of her breath made me start to orgasm. It was an amazing feeling. We spent. “What are you doing?” Tracey asked with a knowing grin. “Nothing” I replied unconvincingly. “You’re rubbing her pussy aren’t you? Come on let’s see” said Jamie. All the while Sue kept her eyes closed and said nothing. I was still playing with Sue’s pussy when Tracey suddenly pulled the blanket off exposing us with our hands down each other’s trousers. “That’s not fair” said Tracey “we also want to play”. Sue and I looked at each other and nodded in agreement. “Okay” said Sue as we continued to.