Ten minutes after that the final family members arrived. Owen Cotton entered the backyard trailed by his wife Pauline and their children Wendy 6, and ...nthony 5.Then came the first of the non-family members. Only this one was welcomed with open arms. Donald Cresswell was showed into the backyard and introduced around.From that point the men did what men do at these sort of gatherings, they congregated around the barbecue and talked about football in general and tonight's preliminary final. She made a couple of pleasant comments about how well Jason was doing in college and that she hoped Cecilia felt at home in the Schmidts' house. Cecilia realized the older woman was actually being sincere; apparently she was too naïve to understand what was happening.The two Salvadoran maids were ready to serve the dinner, which had been special-ordered by Mrs. Schmidt. The turkey, as expected, was impressive and perfectly cooked. Cecilia looked longingly at the meal and planned to eat to her. Her mouth was against my ear, breathing her lust into me.“He’s moving his fingers between my pussy lips, three of them. One on each lip and one in the centre. Oh, you wouldn’t believe how wet I feel, he just slides between them so easily. He’s rubbing them all around now… mmm … so slowly, from up near my ass, now lower – oh God, I want him inside me – now he’s moving down toward my clit.”Louder now, half to him and half to me, “I want those fingers inside me so much … got to have something in. ..” I stammered.“Remember two weeks ago when you licked me? I kissed you and didn’t complain or push you away.”“Uh, yeah, I guess.”“Trust me - you’ll find more women willing to do that for you if you don’t treat them like lepers afterwards. Now, kiss me again.”I reluctantly pulled her to me and proceeded to swap spit with her. It wasn’t terrible and she was happy. Maybe she had a point.She must have heard the gears turning in my head.“Remember, too, that if you finish before your girl and can’t.