She went to youtube and started playing a random video. I could see her working on what to do. After a few seconds she seemed to think of something.�...David,” she said slowly, “I don’t suppose you’d let us smoke a bit of grass?”“Lettie!” Janie was shocked all over again.“Well Janie,” I said with a smile, “my generation invented smoking grass.”“You did?” Even Lettie was surprised. But she was fishing a pre-rolled joint out of a bag already.“Well you’ve heard of the Swinging Sixties?” I asked.. If she could just shake the feeling that someone was watching her again...Her husband Charles was out of town. He'd left that morning to go to Washington for a few days on a special case for the FBI. He hoped to be back by sometime Monday.They'd made love a few times the previous night and once again that morning before they'd gotten out of bed. He said he was making up for being away a few days.He'd kissed her goodbye at the movie studio that morning. "I love you, pretty lady," he'd whispered.. She strode over to me and didn’t hesitate to kiss me, not even having to stop to ask who I was, while I was still busy bottoming out inside Raylene and Wendy. My Jewish cuties not only didn’t mind, they dragged her down to where she could join Lisa in fluffing for me and them. By now, Michelle’s tongue was busy rimming Lisa and Missy’s was so engaged with Michelle’s bum. My firstborn daughter, biracial goddess that she was (well, demi-goddess officially, but who’s quibbling), winked at me and I. "I opened my mouth to protest, but Hope laid a finger across it to shush me.She cocked her head to one side. "I think you should get on your knees. Face down, ass up, like a good little slut."A loud pant automatically escaped my lips, and my face reddened once more. Hope knew I loved the sensation of taking her dick in my ass, but she also knew I still found it humiliating to be fucked by a girl."Don't protest," she said with a wicked smile. "You always love it once I'm inside you." I know," I.