It felt so good, yet I felt weak and gay.It stretched my mouth, even though it was thinner than mine.I paused, the mushroom top in my mouth, unsure wh...t to do next, even though I knew exactly what I was supposed to do next."Go ahead, baby," my wife whispered, her hot breath on my neck. "Suck my sister's cock."Again words that were so surreal for so many reasons: my wife was encouraging me to suck cock; my wife was encouraging me to suck her sister's cock; her hot voluptuous sister had a cock;. " does it matter what kinda of eggs? Farm Eggs?" She's not even paying attention merely looking at the decor of my home. Moving the box of eggs over and trying to find another carton to look through, she ends up on my counter, her ass against the granite counter. " I don't think it matters" she chirps back, the sound of moving paper fills the room, I assume she just accidentally sat on my mail, not over looking it my hands grip the carton of eggs and give them to her, closing the fridge. " I. Yes…I’ll have the bacon, scrambled eggs and hash browns please, Suzanne,” I answered. Shit, my brain was as scrambled as the eggs!“Lovely,” she replied, “it won’t be long. I’ll get your coffee.” And off she went. I got up and helped myself to some cereal from the sideboard. In the meantime, the family were talking between themselves. I tried to pretend I wasn’t taking any notice but couldn’t help hearing their conversations. And particularly listening to the sexy, husky voice of Katie. Sitting. ”“Good with the grill at least,” I replied.We finished our dinner and took our evening stroll. “How was your conference?” I asked.“It was good. I learned a lot ... did some networking ... One of the hospitality suites was hosted by a venture-capital startup in the biotech industry. They’re located in San Francisco and are looking for staff. They invited me to send in a resume.”“Are you going to?” I asked.“I might, just to see...”“San Francisco is a beautiful city,” I said. “The tech industry.