'I'm off to bed now its free' said Ella 'You coming?'. As we reached the top of the stairs the 16 years difference between us clearly told in her awkw...rdness when she asked 'Do you want to come in with me or take the spare?'Now it was my turn to be embarrasssed - even though we'd fucked a few hours earlier, it was daylight now, and I didn't want her to judge my flaccid cock. I jumped into her bed wearing just my jeans, and she took her dress off and climbed in next to me in her bra and pants.We. .. Jeff."The refrigerator yielded a large pan of lasagne – enough, indeed, for three, let alone the two of us – wrapped in foil. A post-it stuck to the foil gave re-heating instructions, ending, 'Use the oven, not that infernal microwave.' Who was I to argue with la maestra?"There is broccoli here," Jen commented."Oh?" It would go well with the lasagne. Nutritious, tasty, full of vitamins, quick to cook."I shrugged. "Go for it." I confess; I rarely worry about food. At home I eat Signora. Rather than buying glass jars to store booze in, Leon would rather steal them. I took a step forward, silently praying that this grotesque and squat troll would leave me be, preferably unmolested and unaddressed. Sadly, it seemed that Lady Luck was either mocking me or just giving me the silent treatment. A meaty hand, nearly the size of my head (or so it seemed) grabbed my arm and held me firmly in place. Already I could feel the sweat lashing off my forehead. I knew I shouldn’t have taken. I watched as Amy eased the thin dildo up her ass and slipped the middle one in her cunt. She fastened the straps around her and now sported an erection I would be proud of. She waved it in front of my face and said "recognize it, It's yours". It was mine. I had just never seen it from that particular angle before. She prodded my lips with it and said "lick it, I want it wet for Sandra. Besides self abuse is not considered a sin anymore" she said with a laugh. I turned my head but Sandra grabbed.