I watched as the taxi pulled away, then closed the door to the office. I dialed the phone to thank my associate as I patted my invitation in the breas... pocket of my jacket … it hadn’t been too hard to secure an invitation for myself. I responded that both Rose and I would be attending the masque. That night I waited in the study going over some accounts until Rose got home. Still giddy as a school girl when she carried in several large boxes … ‘Look, Jackson, at what I’ve picked out!’ She. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh.When he reached the top of her legs, he rubbed his finger against the wet crotch of her panties and then pushed his fingers under the leg band of her panties. He touched first the firm node of her button, softly rubbing it to erection, then slid down the oily-slick cunt. Linda squirmed against his hand and moaned softly as his finger parted the warm folds of skin and entered her hole."Jesus, Tommy, finger-fuck. It was also Erica’s cum and Ashley’s as well, not that she minded at all.When this caused me to erupt inside Lucy, far from complaining, Sarai simply pushed me onto the bed and started riding away while parting her cheeks to let God invade her butt. I pulled Lucy over to me and started sucking her futa dick, which really excited her as well. I wanted her to cum in my mouth with both her cunt juices and her spunk, so I really went to town on my cock and caressed her balls, too. I didn’t want. Mom was a good cook - she just hated doing it - so she knew how to teach me to cook. At first, I got the ingredients out for whatever recipe she was making. Then I measured them as well. Later, I started making simple things like pudding all by myself. As Mom did less of the cooking, she scheduled more complex, better-tasting meals. Dad criticized Mom's cooking all the time, but he never criticized mine. The more I cooked, the less fighting happened."I looked over at Sinead. I had been wrapped.