"Danielle, I ... I think I need to apologize for last night. I overreacted, I ... It was wrong of me." Mom, don't worry about it," said Danielle. "It ...as late; we were tired." I don't think Mom's ever apologized to me before. Whatever the case, she knew that acting vindictive over it—or victorious—wouldn't make things better."Still, it wasn't right for me to take out my frustrations on ... How am I supposed to raise you well if I can't even live by my own standards." Well..." said Danielle. "My. School resumed on Monday, and I was quite busy, as exams would be coming up in a couple of weeks. By mid week my wives' periods were over and they seemed much better. We were able to resume our normal sexual activities again.My exams were finished on Thursday, 15 December. We had been making plans all week for returning to my parents' house for Christmas and had decided to leave on the following Tuesday. My wives made sure to take plenty of female hygiene products this time, so they wouldn't be. I rocked back and forth matching his rhythms and got the orgasmic pleasure every women craves. I was hooked on sex, good hard forceful sex. I never wanted him to stop. He eventually stopped, of course, finishing with another gusher inside my slippery adolescent cunt.Early the next morning, I slipped in bed next to my mom and asked, "Mom, did you tell Willard to have sex with me last night?" No dear. He only said you were a lovely young girl that reminded him of his high school sweetheart. He. A noble ideology, to be sure. It's said the head chef believes that ALL should be able to taste the fine delicacies that emerge from his legendary kitchen.Following the hostess you can tell that the entire restaurant is packed. As always. Customers fill every chair, every booth, every stool. Anticipation and eagerness fills their eyes. It's easy to tell the novices from the veterans. The former appear normal, merely curious, if a bit excited due to all they hype. The latter on the other hand.