After we took our turns relieving ourselves and came back to bed. I took my favorite spot between my wives and snuggled for a very long time. Finally,...I had to ask the question.“Did the kids have anything to say?”“Not to me.” Erin said.“Me either.” Lynn sadly spoke.We each seemed to suddenly feel helpless. My response was to wrap my arms around my two wives. I pulled their naked bodies tight against mine and kissed each one’s head. Lynn began to caress and trace lazy circles around Erin’s. But we both know that's not possible. For better or for worse, your name is now Kimberly Ann Sparks and this is your home."The truth of his words hit me like a sledgehammer. I was so damn homesick and I knew I could never go back. I felt a tear slip down my face as I closed my eyes against the sympathy in Evan's. I felt him take my hand and squeeze it gently. I would not cry. I would not do it. I couldn't look at him until I knew without a doubt I had the tears locked away. Crying wasn't going. The mouth closes around my pussy. The tongue seeks out my clit. The lips close around my clit. And they suck. Adding in the tongue to tickle. My moaning and breathing increases.And then it stops. She got off the bed. Noooooo! Where'd she go? I want that mouth back doing more of the same.No wait. There is movement on the bed again. One leg up against my thigh, the other straddles my hip. Her pussy comes down against mine. Oh what a feeling.She rubs her pussy up and down mine - gentle strokes and. "Yeah. I found it on the floor. Shoulda heard the lame sound she made when it hit her arm. But then I get shoved away and can't stop the bitch when she does it again. But then something happened, and suddenly Melinda's pushing the bitch's arm away and telling her to fuck off." Huh. I did feel something over the link on the way over." Was that Diane again?" I'm bettin' it was. This could be our ace-in-the-hole, dude. If she managed ta stop someone from puttin' the moves on Melinda ... and who.