"Are you alright, Mike?" Mom asked, interrupting my little reverie. Herchoice of name prompted a curious look from Dawn, and my mother hurriedto corre...t herself, "Buffy." Sure," I replied, less than completely truthfully. "It's just that I'ma little..." You've been awfully quiet," Kate observed. "Are you sick or something?"I had become the undisputed center of attention. "Okay, you've got me,"I finally confessed and added a somewhat strained chuckle. "I hadthis... I don't know; maybe it was. At the same time, John was aware of Alex eagerly massaging his anus with more lube. He knew it was only a matter of time.Kyle had Tiffany reposition herself on top of him on the couch, Kyle's impressive erection standing up between her thighs which Tiffany used to grip the thick manhood. As she held the dick between her thighs, Tiffany smiled and said, "Kiss it again."John felt Alex rubbing his dickhead against his backdoor, so close to entry. John leaned down, his face above his wife's thighs,. Nicole went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner and Mary went to the guest room to lie down for a few minutes, which turned into a restless sleep as she dozed to recoup from her journey. The next she knew as she stirred from her slumber was that the house was dark and she had slept for longer than she had wanted to. She realized that what had awakened her were the sounds coming from Nicole’s room. She could hear the bed springs squeaking out a rhythmic tune and moans of obviously. Dee's months in Mrs Beale's house seemed but a distant memory now, and Mrs Beale welcomed having a few souls around to keep her company.Dee loved her room, which had been Tsanja's when she was a girl. Its picture window framed the huge oak tree which had changed her life, and contained a mirror which with magical properties. She liked to use it to find out everyone's business in the village. Dee was very discrete, fortunately, and there was never any cause for anyone to worry. Dee often.