I'm gonna let her take some of the limelight." Aw, shucks, Michael," smiled Jean. "I didn't really do anything special. My neighbor is the postmaster....I had a cup of coffee with her. Of course, she couldn't do anything officially to help us -- privacy, you know. But she encouraged the five postal carriers to sit down with Michael and his friends. Michael met with Tammy Robinson on Wednesday morning at the café. Two and a half hours later, Tammy had recited the 122 names of everyone on her mail. I loved having this huge, fat cock in my ass. I sucked and swallowed the Sheik’s sperm from my mom’s pussy. He fucked me for about 10 minutes till he came again. Understandably, he was spent, so he didn’t give me a load of cum, but it still felt wonderful.After that, the Shiekh had me fuck my mom again. I hadn’t come yet, so I had a raging hard-on. I lay Sarayu down, parted her legs, and licked her pussy. I tickled her clitoral lips with my tongue. She shuddered, grabbing my shoulders as I did. As I sat there I took stock of the condition I was in. I still had the robe on, my panties had been taken off early in the play, my hair and makeup were a mess, my garter belt was half unhooked and twisted, the new stockings were a torn ragged mess. I sat shaking all over and waited for my bladder to empty itself.As I cleaned up and did some small repairs there was a knock at the door, a nice little knock. My friend had appeared, as promised, with coffee and donuts for the slut. Along with a. Pulling the blanket uncovered me, I was upstanding. “Dave, is that thing never resting?” Seems that it was open season to laugh at poor old Dave. I didn’t mind, given what had happened last night.The day was spent doing stuff around the house for a while, cleaning, tidying, gardening. I was surprised how willing the girls were to get into this. They really wanted to get things as good as possible for when the two grandparents came back. I offered to leave, but they (and, by message, granny).