She looked at the woman."What is your name?" Mary O'Connor, Madam," the woman answered."Well, Mary O'Connor. Pat will show you a place to sleep. I sha...l send food for you, and our housekeeper will ready a bath. We'll try to find some clothes for you and your children, too. I don't have to tell you not to try and abuse our hospitality?" Lord, no! Madam, we're right grateful. Will you really give us food? We had nothing but rats and boiled nettles for days." I'll see to it. First, you have to. I led him into the livingroom and after a moments shock I think Marge knew what my suprise for her was. I motioned Jeff to sit beside my wife and offered him something to drink. I left them and went into the kitchen and returned with three glasses of wine. They were relaxed and chatting which seemed odd considering the way Marge was dressed. I gave them thier wine and sat with them. I could tell by the way Marge was fidgeting that she was horny and ready. "Honey, I think we would both love to. I had four hands rubbing me, and they were passing my throbbing cock between their mouths. They had different styles of sucking, and different methods of moving their tightly-wrapped lips up and down. When one of them wasn’t sucking, she would speak directly to me, very quietly. For instance, the sales girl gave one final dramatic suck to my still-hard cock, and then my mother quickly slid it into her own mouth. When the sales girl had her mouth free, she kissed her own panties, which I was. I was getting out of control now. I leapt out of my chair and into his lap.He took my shirt off and we started kissing passionately, like hungry dogs. His warm, wet tongue was exploring every inch of my mouth and I was loving each touch of his. His hands were conquering the arches of my back and making their way inside my pajamas. His fingers found my asshole and started poking it.Both of his hands were inside my pajamas now and with one push of his arms, he tore it off of me. My ass was naked.