Karissa always came in dressed like she was ready for anything. Sometimes a romper and low heels or a summery dress that showed her cleavage. I wanted...to look presentable, but I didn't have time.I took off my T-shirt and sweatpants and stood naked in the kitchen for a moment. Then I put on my robe and crammed my travel clothes into my bag and tossed that into the bedroom. I searched through the cabinets and found a bottle of wine. I poured two glasses and put on some music.When I sat down. Pelle had Ingeburg cut the lesser meat and the fat into small pieces. They were mixed and mashed, filled in sections of cleaned gut, and hung into the smoke of the fireplace, too. It took them all afternoon to process the animal.The liver, sliced and covered with flour, was fried with onions and apples for their supper, and they both enjoyed the delicious treat. True to his word, Pelle made love to Ingeburg that evening and they slept wrapped in each other's arms.Pelle spent the next morning. I feel like I’ve died and gone to Broadway heaven.”“Carol, if we get in a musical about threesomes, can we all practice for auditions together?” I said with a huge smile appearing on my face.I caught her slap, and pulled her to me, and started the kind of kiss that always ends up in the bedroom with naked people. We separated, and I picked her up taking her to our bedroom. I turned around, and said to Sandy, “Good night, kiddo – if you hear screaming, just ignore it, OK?”Carol blushed at that,. As Brent's finger started a slow stroking of Deanne's clit, it was her turn to let out a deep breath. She increased the speed of her strokes on Brent's cock and feels it growing.Knowing Brent is closed to cumming, Deanne removes her hand. Brent protests as Deanne closes the zipper to his pants. Next she takes Brent' wrist and pulls his hand from her wet pussy. She straightens her skirt and sits quietly trying to suppress her owe urges to have Brent pull over on the side of the road and fuck her.