”We all laughed at that. Note to self. Ask one question at a time.“Let me try this again. Is everyone full?”“No!” The moms and girls all sho...k their heads.“OK, who would like ice cream for dessert?”“ME!” Everyone raised their hands and shouted.I went to our big freezer and pulled out the 5-gallon bucket of vanilla ice cream. Lynn and Erin got out the bowls and Blossom set out the spoons, the big water bowl and the ice cream scoop.Margaret had retrieved the caramel and chocolate sauces. Penelope. They were panting and writhing on the gym mat like bitch dogs in heat. "Turn over," he said to Bertha. The secretary look at Julie and winked, flipping over finally and grinding her hot pussy walls together. Paul moved back to Bertha and leaned forward, pushing his cock-head against her puckered pink asshole."For God's sake, the Vaseline!" Julie cried out as she started to get up to search for the discarded tube.But Paul reached out with his right hand and pushed her down to the mat again.. ” “Fucking hell Peter, so you have a girlfriend, she’s not your fuckin wife. You won’t be doing anything wrong. And anyway, who’s going to tell her? You?” She was still stroking and licking my cock as we talked. I was getting extremely hard, and I said, “But your husband...” She stopped me, “Don’t mention him, fuckin' idiot, he’s as stupid as you...” She stopped in mid-sentence. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say you are... Well, you know...” She took my cock-head into her mouth and started. I had barely gotten used to being wetted by her strange obsession when she whispered in my ear one lonely night that it would be quite all right for me to relieve myself on her comely figure rather than use the night pot under the bed. The first time I did that, she was all aglow with her mouth mumbling the litany of religious claptrap that her father had spewed before he left this world without a single protest.It was truly a strange urge that she practiced with her sister wife Clementine.