She pulled the pins out of her hair, and ran a comb through it. Then she opened the door and peeked out into the hall.James was nowhere to be seen, bu... she could smell cocoa in the air. She followed her nose to the kitchen. She stood in the kitchen doorway, waiting for him to notice her. She was starting to worry, thinking this was a Bad Idea. What if something happened? What if nothing happened? What if she had totally misread the signals from them. What if Sarah came in and saw her in her. "Greg tried. Poor Greg. Emily stood, bending over and presenting herself to him without relenting for a moment in her onslaught on Sophie's senses. The blonde's intoxicating pussy, pink and enticing beyond her perfect ass cheeks, bobbed gently up and down as she worked to bring Sophie closer and closer to bliss.Greg jammed his damp, flaccid rope against her, to no avail. He tugged at it, swung it around, but couldn't get it to react. He tried draping himself between Emily's ass cheeks while he. Only if you care about them and they care about you. But no it's not the same." Jill nodded her head in agreement.Liza raised her hand "Do you blow Daddy, mom?"I blushed, and my wife replied "Well,um yes sweetie. Very frequently in fact." Do you like it daddy?" Jenny asked. "Uh, yes. It's amazing." I stammered."Can we practice on you, Daddy?" LIza asked abruptly"What?? No! Absolutely not. That is not okay behavior, Liza." I said firmly, despite my growing erection.My wife looked at me. "I don't. She laughed and said: ‘Better late than never.’ We laughed as we redressed. Being together was joyous. We drove on. We found ourselves singing: ‘Om Mani Padmi Hum’ again. Same melody as Tuesday night, same building to a climax. Same feeling of profound relaxation and profound love afterwards. While we were singing I picked up the prayer wheel from the back seat of the car and spun it in time to our music. During the ride Ann commented that my visit was the first time that she had ever seen her.