Now, instead of k**s bouncing around the house making a mess and asking about the next meal, Tom and I were left to our own devices which in some ways...terrified me. I always had something to do. For thirty years, there was always something that needed to get ready, something that needed cleaning or something that needed to be cooked. Suddenly now though, I would find myself cleaning things that didn't need it and cooking enough food to feed an army. Tom handled it a bit differently and dove. I decided to run because I didn’t feel like making the trip to the ice rink every day and because Katt wouldn’t be there. Just after lunch, the phone rang. Patrick answered and let me know that Katt was on the phone. I took the phone from him and spoke to her in English.“Hi, Katt! How was the trip?”“Very good! Do we speak English now?”“You are in the US!”“Yes, but I know you can speak Swedish!”I switched back to Swedish and said, “Yes, that’s true. How is the new place?”“The townhouse is less. Lisa then joined them and played the piano, while the two girls played two other harmony parts on their violins. I was very impressed that the girls had learned the music, and produced something so delicate, so fast. All I could think about was what they could do with a couple of weeks of instruction and practice.The adults applauded the efforts of all the children, and thought it would be a good time to go back upstairs for dessert.When Steve commented that he was used to having the kids with. My arms were at my sides and as he wanked me his crotch was pressing against my hand, I could feel his erection, I couldn't help myself and began running my fingers along it's length. He looked at me saying 'You've made me so horny now i'll have to have a wank also. With his spare hand he unzipped himself and pulled out his nice fat circumcised hard cock. Grabbing my hand he forced it on to his hard cock, gripping hard I began wanking him. He was soon grunting telling me how good I was wanking.