I could not help but admire her ass again or the glimpse of her breasts peeking out of her blouse as she straightened up and offered me a beer.We sat ...n a wooden bench and chatted for a bit. She was quite open, telling me that she had divorced her husband following his repeatedly cheating on him with a woman at his workplace, and had gotten the house and surroundings in the settlement several years ago. She worked at the hospital as a nurse and with her hours there barely managed to have time. She took some solace in thefact that Sheri would be turning 18 in only a couple months, then shecould buy her own and she wouldn't have to give into her daughter everytime she went to a gas station, convenience store, or grocery store.Man, the people at those places must think she smokes like a chimney,nothing could be farther from the truth, she hated smoking.Just then a third wave hit the mother and daughter."Hey Sheri," Cathy started almost under her breath, "I was wondering doyou want to go. After all, Honey Love is a high-class, old-fashioned sort of person." It was a gentleman in a formal tuxedo, carrying a silver tray holding a bottle of champagne. A towel was wrapped around his wrist, and a cummerbund was attached to his waist. The black bow tie, the clean white shirt, the shiny black loafers, the balding head, and the snootily-raised nose - there was no question about it, he was her butler.Honey could only stare at him in disbelief, until she felt a strange series of thoughts. .. and also watching you stick it in his culo while she licks mine or I lick hers, or both,” Carly answered me as we continued making out and fondling each other.“He’s going to want to bugger me, too, but that’s perfectly fine. I trust him in ways that I don’t trust other men for that sort of thing. The man has shared his wife with me. I can share my ass with him,” I chuckled while we continued to grope each other.“We can do a hell of a lot together, papi, though you’re the boss. I owe you so.