Gradually she was able to focus clearly on him, and her expression became a sardonic, loose smile."Well, well, well..." she croaked throatily, "if it ...sn't my darling hushband! How are you, darling hush-husband?" I'm fine," he replied quickly, "but I'd like to know what happened to you... If you were bored in the afternoons, Natalie, you could have taught another class!"The brunette's features wrinkled in concentration as if she was trying to understand the meaning of her husband's words.. The principal told me they were just doing their jobs but she called Mr. Bramble and Mrs. Lopez. I thanked them for their responsible work and held hands with them all. I told them my wife would come for the girls and that she was an amputee. I went to work, where Doris and Carl said they were glad my daughters were with us. Wendy put the younger kids in her car and went to the school and brought home the girls. They assisted Wendy in a little housework or they played with Becky and Mark. Later. Clint put the SUV into park. He turned off the ignition. He looked at us, squirming on the bench seat behind his. All of us moaning. Aunt Chery’s bleached-blonde tresses brushed my natural blonde locks.“Clint,” I moaned. “Don’t just watch us. Please, please, lick us. Eat your desserts.”“Please. Mommy needs her big, strong son to eat her out first.”“I need it, big brother.”I tightened my arm on Alicia. “Look at her, Clint. She needs it badly.”“So I should eat her cunt out first?” Clint asked,. I mean I'd at least wanna do it once a day.“Well I guess twice on weekdays and X amount of times on weekends,” I replied.“X amount of days?” Gillian asked.“Yes, no particular number assigned, just as many time as I and the other person wanted I guess,” I replied.“I like that, but would you like it if you did it like 15 times in one day?” Gillian asked.“Wow 15 times in one day? That's an idea, I think I could go for it, but would that be like an everyday thing or just on the weekends?” I.