”“What do you mean,” I stammered as I sat up rubbing my eyes, pretending not to remember the events of the after hours erotica. The mere remembr...nce rekindle my rigidity, that I hoped would pass as my morning wood when I stood to stretch, distressing Tiffany had disclosed what I had done.“Well, Tiffany said late after midnight you went out sleepwalking for a drink of water. You then walked over to the middle of the family room and stood there a bit before she sent you to bed when she said ‘that. Her thoughts of Matt were more infrequent, and in fact, other men were starting to take Matt’s place in her dreams and fantasies; people whom she had not really thought of in years: old boyfriends, flings, lovers. Perhaps, briefly, they had entered her thoughts while she was with Matt, but she had always felt guilty thinking about them. Now she could close her eyes and let her imagination run wild. Carmen opened her eyes. Carmen realized that she need no longer just think and imagine: she could. I had to admit to being a trifle nervous. One, even with my mask I was going to get looks. I was wearing a tie, but it sure as hell wasn’t any hundred dollar tie. Lana looked good, but my suit . . . I was concerned that the maitre d’ might treat us badly. He came up to us.“For three, sir?” he said. He’d given Abigail a small smile; I wondered at that. He did not offer the equally beautiful Lana the same honoraria. But, I made nothing of it. Oh, and he’d not said anything or apparently even. The chubby girl was still on her back and she had a friend laying beside her. The mom had one entire fist in each girl’s twat, slowly pumping back and forth, but never all the way out. I had never seen anything like it and I was wondering if my hand would ever fit in miss muffy. The dad had moved from sucking to fucking, and was now spearing each girl in turn with his engorged cock. There was a commotion at the door of our, ooops, Constance and Cynthia’s room as they came in. They took the.