"That's a good boy." Carrie took another drag by doing a snap in hale. The white wad of smoke appeared, and disappeared in her mouth, she held it, t...en blew it out. "Do you like this?" Chris could only nod while he slowly jacked off. Chris's cock was warm in his hand, and thick. "Do you like watching other women smoke, or is it just me and Krista?" Carrie flicked the end of her cigarette with her thumb, ashing in the ashtray, then took another drag. "I...like watching other. He sat on the floor beside her gently caressing that firm curve of ass.Jennifer turned and eased down beside him, her pussy leaking their combined mixture of cum out on the floor. She gave him a sweaty kiss on the mouth. "You wore me out baby, I'll sleep well tonight."They cuddled for a few more minutes then each went to sleep a satisfied tired sleep. Jennifer was a little unsteady on her feet and Chris helped her to her room. She had drunk more wine than she usually did and she felt a little. I awoke to Karen shaking me. “Bryan, the power went out” she said. Still half asleep I asked her what time it was. She said “It’s almost 4:00 but the clock stopped just before 3:00. We should go downstairs and light a fire. I don’t want to keep Phil up here with no heat.” I fumbled to my feet and told Karen to gather blankets while I started a fire. Once I got the fire going I went back upstairs. I scooped up Phil and carried him down to the family room and placed him near the fireplace. By now. In practical terms he had been made production manager of one of the larger of the firm’s plants. Most of the houses in Wattle Avenue had been built during the nineteen sixties by a speculative developer on land that until then had been market gardens. In the fashion of that time the houses had been advertised as ‘Luxury Executive Residences,’ and on resale were still advertised in similar terms. Quite what the ‘luxury’ consisted of I am not sure, unless it referred to the walnut veneer.