”Miss Anne laughed and replied. “Your father was right to do so. Manners are important. Carry your bag to your room, please.”“Yes, Ma’am,”...Carly said, and she lugged her bag down the hallway.“How are you doing, John?”“I’m doing about as well as can be expected. Are you sure I can’t pay you something? Let me pay for her food, at least.”Miss Anne blew a raspberry. “My canary eats more, and he’s on a diet. You pay me plenty during the week. Now go away so we can start our girl time.”“Yes, Ma’am.”. “But first...,”“Holy fuck!”They exclaimed as she stooped down and quickly sucked several times on their cocks.Abby smiled at Brad, grasping the two shrunken poles. “Brad honey, you watch me jerk off them off to see who cums first,” she asked. He moved even closer to them, and Abby began to stroke their cocks. Tom and Dave looked wide-eyed at each other as Abby’s hand began to make their small cocks grow.“Tom is getting hard faster,” Brad said, watching her hands. Her motion made tiny ripples in. The two men that came out to meet us were unfamiliar to me, though that wasn't a big shock. The shock came when Talon and Marcus greeted them by name and exchanged friendly handshakes. When I thought about it, though, I shouldn't have been surprised; they'd lived a long time and Talon was constantly gone on business. Why shouldn't he know people in Montana?"Danny, Chuck, these are Miss Kinkade and Mr. Camden," Marcus introduced us and we shook their hands in turn; they felt all right. The two. That's the closest I can describe it. Okay?"She continued staring at me when she got a huge grin and said, "Geez, I really can't believe you really enjoyed that. What on earth makes a man want to see his wife being fucked by another man?"As she was asking it, I didn't have a definitive answer whatsoever, I only replied "No clue, I guess some do, and I just confirmed I'm one of them."She kind of shook her head smiling, rose up, grabbed her PJs from the top of the dresser, and told me she was.