"You're tired!" He smirked at her as she wiggled and laughed."Stop it," she screamed, "I need to pee."When he heard those words he immediately stopped...tickling her and put her down, watching her run downstairs to the bathroom. Harley walked into the bedroom and smiled at his dad. "Are you gonna go out and work on the truck again today?" I'm going to work on the truck and you're going to go to school," Cade informed him."Shit!" Harley said, without thinking.Cade raised his eyebrows.. Oh. Yes. I lay there like a wet noodle. They stood there like gentlemen at a meeting in suits. With my pussy juice on their smirking faces. And I just wrapped their cute buns right around my finger. Then we did it all over again and I swooned. “Wow, Rob, is she dead?”“No, just passed out. You got this? Corey, Hailey?”“Yeah, we got this, Rob. You bet. Get your butt out of here.”I was coming to, lights were in my eyes and I was on a table. And I was naked and exhausted. My pussy was red and. Silver-smithing can be a quiet meditation; it can also be a pain in the ass for the person living with you – all the banging and the swearing that go with the territory. We may work alone, but our mouths would make any sailor or - as we now know from reality television shows – any chef proud. This was, however, not a night of “meditative calmness”. This was a night of the pre-valentine’s day madness. Too many orders, not enough time. Not that this is a problem I’m complaining about of course. I. I looked at my husband; but he just sat there with his eyes closed sipping his drink. Mark bent down and took a nipple in his mouth and started biting it. I felt I was coming again. He felt it too; so he spread my thighs again and quickly shoved three fingers deep into my cunt. I came and started to scream but held back. Mark looked at me and said: "Let’s go downstairs, babe… it's more comfortable." I asked what was downstairs, but he just smiled. Then I said to Victor that Mark wanted me to go.