‘How are you, Mr. Myers? Emily tells me you’ve been fixing up the backyard this year for the Christmas party.’ ‘Yeah well, she’d see it and ...ot just hear about it if you two came around more often.’ Ouch. Okay, fair point, I get that, thought Gabe. ‘Let me help you with those, sir’, Gabe asked, grabbing whatever bags were left on the living room floor, receiving only a grunt of acknowledgement from Emily’s dad. They carried everything over to the kitchen, where Mrs. Myers was already cooking,. My wife opens her eyes and looks shocked sitting up abit, but I lick and finger her pussy to distract her, she does not stop me then I feel her drop back down on her back. Thats when I knew she was ok with these horny men so close. As I lick her pussy my ass is in the air and I look back to notice this guy stroking hard lined up right behind me. I continue to lick her pussy and grab her tits. She is moaning and more vocal than normal. Then I look up and notice her smiling as she looksup at one. "And how was your holiday?" I asked him."Better than I had thought," he said. "I had been very reluctant when my parents had told me where we were going this year. But it turned out better than I had thought." And how is your girlfriend doing," I teased him.He just smiled and said, "Just fine."That's when he decided to get up and to get dressed, I think he didn't want me to ask more questions about that girl that had shown some interest in him.So, I went to Sandy's room now. She was still. "Mamma already done looked into that." Well," said Angela, amazed that she had accepted the obvious solution so quickly, "I suppose I could give you another treatment." Could you?" The look of delight on his face was so innocent and genuine that Angela wanted to laugh."As long as nobody finds out about it," she said. "I could get in a lot of trouble if people knew." Why would somebody think it was odd for me to go to the doctor?" he asked."I was thinking more of having you come to my motel.