“He is so right,” Melanie confirmed for Andy's benefit. “How about you both do me now, on the table? One up the ass, the other in the pussy. Wha... do you say?”She looked eagerly from one to the other.“Anything you want, my love,” I agreed.“Me too,” Andy affirmed. Mel licked her lips suggestively.“It's a big table,” she observed. “Do you think you can both lie on it, side by side.”“We'll give it a try,” I offered.The table was about eight feet long and four feet six inches wide, so there was. She needed to be licked there again, she needed to be fucked, but she wouldn’t let that happen. She had to settle for more tongue. He lapped at her sensitive clit again, and she moaned softly, desire rising even higher. Suddenly, Jeff stopped. His cock was fully hard again of course, and he wanted to have another crack at entering his sister. He kissed up her belly, reaching beneath her body. Amy was helpless as she allowed him to slide her shirt off and throw it on the floor. He slid her bra. John had arranged to take over the club on Friday afternoon for our company outing. Ned and I made two trips to transport our guests to the club, and most of the employees from the home office met us there. The 'Welcome Oldham Company' banner on the main building signified that the club was ours for the afternoon and evening.The weather was cooperating, and the choice of activities, golf, tennis, or hanging out at the pool offered something for almost everyone. Of course, there were some who. The report gave me all the answers I was looking for and I thanked God that I wasn't the target of his rage.I was sure Peterson Sr. had read this report and must have had a good old fashioned belly laugh, he must have felt like a kid at Christmas watching the Bates clan and knowing an anvil was about to be dropped on them.My guess is Peterson Sr. wasn't real happy about the scandal that would erupt with the upcoming divorce of Doug and Susan, not to mention his precious baby boy being set.