Apart from the one mishap with the ewe that was still concussed and kept calling Rambo luv or dear with a wistful look in her eye, the day went accide...t free. No thanks to Gary!Dinner was a desultory affair; Gary sat mooning at the food on his plate. Sometimes he actually picked up a fork, but then he would push the potatoes around and shift a few of his sprouts before dropping the fork forlornly back onto the stained table cloth. Rambo, ever the optimist, thought he might have a chance of. “So young Riley—I think Im calculating that you may be one of those 'fools' about the kingdom you spoke of, and that you are espically taken aback by my royal cock, as you put it” “Again your majesty, I meant only to compliment” “uh-uh—come and suck the royal cock young Riley, and dont stop until you receive a mouthfull of my royal seaman” Riley had a look of shock and terror on his face, but as I lay back on my bed slightly stretching my legs apart, I took my dick into my hand a gave it a bit. ”“Thank you, that’s all I ask.” He smiled and resumed stuffing his face. That evening, he got a knock on the door. He closed his book, realizing that this was starting to become a habit. He’d say something at dinner, there’d be a knock on the door and they’d have a chat. He decided to change it up a bit and barked, “Yo.”The door opened and as expected, his mother walked in and noted the book he was reading. She gave him a quizzical look and voiced the question on her face, “Dune?”“I never got. "We're consoling you," Brigitte repeated.By that time Keri's fingers had also found her mother's pussy, and she began to slide two fingers into her hole as well. By now Katey's legs were spread as wide as they could be stretched, so that they were over her two daughters laps, giving her son Rory an excellent view of what the girls were doing to their mother."How many fingers do you have in me?" Katey gasped, laying her head back on the seat. "Only two," Keri said, smiling. "That's two per girl,.