“John? He’s gone back to the cabin. We’ve got the place for a week, but he was out most of the night, if you know what I mean! He needs his slee....”“What about you?” Marion asked, knowing full well what her “friend” had been doing.“I was ‘entertaining’ a friend. Why do you ask?” he replied, looking directly at Marion.“Just curious -- my evening wasn’t nearly so much fun. And yes, I’ll join you for a few minutes. My husband is back at the room and probably anxious to head down for breakfast. By. Obviously, Carolyn was fine, and I went to the kitchen to find Katie doing the morning dishes. When I was growing up, Carolyn wouldnt have done the dishes without a gun to her head, and although I was better, I would never have done them without Mom asking. Katie had slipped a nightgown on, and I just sat at the table admiring her beautiful, slim round ass. A feeling of dread gripped me. I was so happy having sex with Katie. I knew when the novelty of it wore off, some of the excitement would. “Hey, Katie, sit down and join me.”Katie gladly sat down and they chatted happily and of course babysitting was bound to enter the conversation.Katie asked, “So do you remember that time I slept over at yours and you spanked me?”Gemma blushed at the memory. “How could I forget. Did I ever apologise?”Katie laughed. “Why apologise as I deserved it?”Gemma relaxed a bit and replied, “You certainly did.” Katie was also relaxed. “And when you told your mum you told her to give me another spanking in. I won’t lie about that,” Ernie told her in front of me.“I’m actually her fiance,” I explained now, “and the something that came up is her upcoming marriage to me. As in as soon as possible. Pleasure to meet you. Pippa likes working here, I think, but she has another job in mind for her long-term career.”“Which is?” Ernie asked out of pure curiosity.“Housewife,” Pippa answered him with a wink.“And how did you get so lucky?” Ernie turned to me.“I ... called her this morning to fix a mess that my.