Afterward, he worshipped my pussy for about an hour before I allowed him to penetrate me, cum inside me, clean me, and then swallow his cum.I took a s...p of my orange juice before speaking.“I’m having a difficult time understanding something, Chris, perhaps you could help me.”His eyes lowered sheepishly.“I will assist you any way I can, Ma’am.”“A month ago, did I give you a weekly chores list?”His eyes remained fixed on the floor.“Yes, Ma’am.”“How long has it been since our guest bathroom was. “Fuck you!”“I'm wrong? Really?”“Yes, really,” I said.He smiled. “Double or nothing?”“What do I get for winning?”“You don't owe me for dinner.”“Maybe I want to owe you for dinner,” I said.“You’re thirty-nine.”“Wrong… forty-two.”“I was close.” “You were,” I agreed as he turned to get more wine. Then I leaned over the rail, pulled up my skirt as high as it would go, and raised my ass in the air. When he turned around, he said, “Damn! Wow, I should have said twenty-eight.”Laughing, he handed me my. The excitement reached Shirley who had a cum of her own. The sheet came up and we fell asleep, Kitten on my chest, Jane behind Shirley, and Angel on the other side. I’d ask what happened in the morning. Right now, I didn’t care. Right now, it didn’t matter. Right now, nothing was wrong. Sleep came almost instantaneously.Breakfast was in robes for the adults and skin for the kids. Jane decided she was a kid. I had a plaid cotton robe, Shirley her huge chenille, and Natasha in an Oriental silk. ‘Hey, I haven’t read that.’ said Steve. ‘Sorry.’ John wasn’t listening, and was instead staring at the picture of the missing girls. In the center, he noticed a familiar-looking redhead… The next morning, they went back out to the spot they had first seen the woman. ‘Quiet!’ Steve whispered as they all heard a rustling. One of the women he had seen earlier stepped out of the trees, a brunette. Without any hesitation, she began pissing a long, yellow stream into the grass. Apparently not having.