Introductions were had all around, hugs and handshakes, and we were off to dinner.Dinner was great as always. Conversation flowed freely with the girl... telling old stories. I contributed as there was space however Steve was interestingly quiet, turning to Deborah often as if asking for permission. When the desert menus arrived Jamie suggested we all go back to her house for desert and a “final final.” Unanimous approval followed.At Jamie’s we settled into the couch, nibbled on a few pieces of. “There’s a little bit more I want to teach you,” Becky said, “but this is a good place to take a break. I actually do need you to do a couple of handyman things today, so let’s get those chores out of the way. I’ll take you to lunch when you’re done and we can talk some more.”After a quick shower to wash the lube off our butts, we got dressed and I dutifully changed three or four lightbulbs and moved a couple of heavy storage tubs to the attic for her. It took less than an hour to do everything. "The sounds of our sons fuck fest intensifies behind us on the floor, their young cocks slapping, skin on skin, balls on balls."Fuck dad! Slam it down his throat," one of Cameron's sons yells out. I'm too focused to care who."Shit Dad you really are a nasty faggot, cock sucking bitch aren't you? Wow," Eli screams."Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna shoot" one, or maybe more of the boys breathily moans out. I can't tell who's saying what to who anymore, or doing what to who, as it's all too much now,. Marcy even had her ball cap on already. The kids were used to seeing me in the nude, their mother had seen me at least once in the nude across the boardroom table from her, but I doubt if the aunt ever had."C'mon," I called as I waved at them from the doorway to the registration shack. "We're going to have a quick staff meeting this morning before we go out for supplies." Yes, boss," Marcy acknowledged. Her mother Mary merely waved.I noted that the aunt didn't take long exiting from my parking.