If my father had behaved the last week, he could stay until 2PM. Cindy and I had stopped along the way for a Fried Chicken Picnic lunch. Every restaur...nt in the area had their take out ready at 9AM. There was a large demand for it on visiting days at the prison. Having the state prison in the area was good for some businesses at least. Plus it provided a lot of jobs to would have been an even more depressed rural area without it.The cardboard picnic basket was a cute touch that one restaurant. A dozen thoughts flashed through my head. Would Lavi or Melissa like something I picked? Would we share? When the kids came would they inherit my tastes? What would cooking for kids be like? Should I teach them about junk food as well as good food?Melissa came around and looked at what I had in my hand. “Pepperoni combos?”“Do you know how long it’s been since I had junk food like this?”She put a hand on her hip, “Please, I’ve seen how you eat. You are not the poster boy for healthy. Of course, I'm messing in Megan, April, and Serena's pants too, just to mention a few." We are a lusty bunch, and most of you don't wear panties."Megan asked of Mary in a serious tone, "So you think it would help things if I moved in right away?"Mary said, "Definitely. We'll make it very public too."Megan turned to me, "Is that all right? I don't want to start off on the wrong foot by doing something that violates some boundary you might have." I would love it if you'd move in with us." So, I. As it responded I began to lick as I sucked. There was no foreplay, only raw oral sex."What's taking so long, honey, you only have about five minutes, why don't you fuck his face?" Would you hold his head still, dear, I need a little leverage." Angela moved behind me and straddled my shoulders and hiked up her skirt. I could feel the heat from her vulva as Phil put his hands on her hips and slowly fed me his dick. Squeezed between them every thrust of Phil's hips drove his cock into my mouth.