I took a deep breath and slipped off Dave's cock, feeling all the wetness from our fucking running down my thighs. Dave had shot a pretty big load up ...n me with that first one and I really hoped he had a lot more where that came from. I walked over to the bedroom door and opened it and Stud! darted out, past my legs, and then stopped, lifting his nose and sniffing a little. That dog homed right in on my cunt, a lot more so than he ever had with peanut butter, that's for sure. His tongue lashed. She looked like shit. That fact gave me some satisfaction. I sat on the sofa with the kids on either side of me. Janet sat in a recliner across from me, and her parents were in the love seat to my left. Janet opened the dance with what I considered a couple of really stupid questions."Tom, how could you have suggested to the police that I might have been the one that shot you? I could never hurt you, Sweetheart. You must know that after living with me for all these years. I love you!" she. Her mind jolted. She was wearing that dreadful coverall thing ... wasn’t she? She blinked. Her eyes went up her legs to her white panties ... and then to the bra that encased her hated breasts, just below her chin.“I’m naked!“ she gasped.“I had to get you out of those coveralls,” said Bobby, one hand on her back, and the other gripping her elbow. “You were cooking in there, and you lost too many fluids without replacing them. You should probably go to the hospital and get checked out.”“You took. I. made me paranoid.” “Hey, don’t knock paranoid. Paranoid is good.” Wendy replied, standing again, “Now, enough conspiracy talk. Let’s get stoned and watch some porn.” “Works for me.” Thirty minutes later, both people were relaxing in Phil’s bedroom, sharing a joint and watching “The Banged Sisters”. “This movie always makes me hot.” Wendy proclaimed, writhing her hips. “So, I noticed.” “You’re not exactly limp there, sir” she remarked pointing to his bulging shorts and falling into her.