Once back at the house, I headed for the kitchen, Matt following. "Can I get you a drink Matt?" I asked, setting two glasses on the side. "Something r...freshing?"He paused, eyeing the bottle of vodka I'd produced, obviously unsure if he was permitted to drink whilst under my roof. I laughed "You're not a child anymore, join me won't you?" I insisted. After all it really wasn't going to be any fun drinking on my own. I bent to pull chilled lemonade and ice out of the fridge-freezer. Matt was. I was still super horny but I had cooled down a little bit and thought that I wouldn't blow my load after two strokes, so I grabbed a condom and got on my knees behind the wife. Sure enough, husband's speedo was pulled down and wife was sucking away on his now very hard cock. Wife's pussy was well and truly wet from the attention my tongue had given it over the previous five minutes, and my cock slid in easily and the groaning coming from wife's cock-filled mouth with every thrust of my cock. Like clockwork, my husband called and said he was going out after golf, and he’d be home late. “No problem," I said, "have fun”. It was around 7-ish when my husband and his buddies came strolling in like they owned the place. They were loud and obnoxious, making a scene that caused everyone to stare at them. When they were finally seated, I made my way over and sat on the lap of one of the guys. “What can I get you?" How about a few pitchers of beer and a couple dozen wings for starters?" he. Very soon after Rebecca was done, she slept. It had been a long day, and she was exhausted from all the activity, plus two rounds of sex.My mind was far too active for sleep. Our lives were a big mess. The lives of my adopted family were at risk because of me. It hit me then that I allowed those sewer rats to murder Beth Ann and torment the rest of us. I spent hours returning to the many times I'd been attacked, hurt, cut open, sewed back together, and cut open again. If the mob wanted a.