I could practically taste his orgasm as he pulled away, I felt a little disappointed but then there was more to come. He pulled me up so that I was st...nding, he then crouched down running his hands up my stocking clad legs until he found my arse. A finger found my hole and he gently probed it. His other hand now came round and started to caress my aching cock. He rubbed his thumb over the head, smearing the pre-cum all over. It was heavenly. Then, leaving his hand probing and tickling my. For years, I was a presence at dinner — maybe — and occasionally another member of the audience at a dance competition or at a school choir concert. Typically, the most I saw of Muffin was on the weekends, and even then it was usually in the mornings before we headed off to our activities for the day — which in her case typically meant spending the day working at a local mall. I had forgotten about my daughter’s unusual return from school when I heard her bedroom door finally open again before. We drank the champagne and when I suggested it was time to go upstairs, my wife asked if we could order another bottle. She could hardly take her eyes off of thE waiter, who would look up and flash a smile at her every once in a while. I could see she was getting hot for him, and a fantasy of mine for a long time had been watching her with another man. 'You like him, don't you?' I asked playfully. She blushed, 'yes, he is a nice young man'. 'you know that is not what I meant' I said. As we. “We’ll take more for tomorrow’s dinner, of course. Now, Lori Ann, Mom, Kyra, Van, and Cheyenne ... what wine goes best with long pig, do you think?” Jake laughed evilly.Eugene looked on in utter horror at his own fate that was sealed ... he was to be eaten and he had no hope of escape now. Everyone seemed quite satisfied with the idea of eating him, too. No one protested the notion that he should be the evening meal. Wait, he wouldn’t have to eat himself, too, would he? God, he hoped not!That.