“Does Sam cook? He’s never cooked for us! It would sure beat pizza. We’ve had a lot of takeaways recently, haven’t we, Sam?”Sarah smirked at...me too. This was getting complicated, fast.“Where’s Flo? I thought...” Tiff trailed off thoughtfully. She leaned conspiratorially towards Sarah but everyone could hear her clearly. “Are you two...” Tiff’s eyes darted obviously between mum and Sarah “well, you know?”“No,” Sarah laughed, “we’re not. I thought you’d have better gaydar, dear. Flo’s at home. As he went to his room, she quietly got up, and listened. As she hear him masturbating in his room, she smiled. Her trap was working.Next day Ben woke to the smell of beacon, and went downstairs without even a shower. He said hi, and walked behind Lilly, peeking into the frying pan. She smiled at him, and bucked up her tiny bottom, wiggling it on his groin, standing on her toes. She done it in a playful manner, as to say "don't peek". She felt his dick wake in his boxers, just as he moved back. She half-sat on the counter, her legs about mine.I drew back and then slammed into her again. Her silky flesh massaged my cock. It was an amazing moment to experience. This wonderful heat rushed through me. I buried hard into Mrs. Spencer's pussy.“Oh, god, I love big dicks!” she moaned, her pussy clenching around my cock. “Big futa-dicks!”“Yes!” I moaned, thrusting away at her hot, tight pussy. I buried into her again and again. I savored the pleasure of her. I buried to the hilt in her again. ” “I thought we might end the evening this way. I brought a special bed warming gift for the three of us if that is all right. Dan, you will have to make do with pajamas I am afraid.” “Artsy, I have slept in this house in pajamas as I know you know.” All left to their sleeping quarters to change into night clothes, and returned about fifteen minutes later. The women were dressed identically in thin but not quite sheer floor-length nightgowns in a Mondrian print style. The gowns were white.