I felt almost relieved as we stepped inside my home, I fell to the floor in the moment, only to find him on top of me, unbuttoning his jeans to reveal...his throbbing manhood. I began to lick the tip to start with, flicking my tongue as fast as it would go up and down the shaft, taking my hand and following carefully with my mouth, lapping up the pre-cum with delight, going faster and harder until he could not grow anymore. I could feel it heaving in my hand, and as I played with his balls I knew. Everyone seemed to be having a happy experience and he tried to lose his unseemly attitude of pending doom. Two servants brought forward a silly device that looked much like the antique "stocks" found in museums and tourist centers for castles and long-closed jails. It was modernistic with glass or clear plastic instead of thick wood but the concept was the same and the occupant would lose all control of their appendages and their heads were firmly locked into place with no chance to. All of the nervous energy that had been building up over the last few months seemed to have just washed away.After a few minutes of comfortable silence Helen spoke up."This is when you ask, 'So, how was your day Sweetie?' and then it's my turn."Feeling slightly sheepish I without thinking said, "So, how was your day Babes?" Wow, I hadn't called her babes in years! It's amazing how fast we were slipping back into the old routine."Oh, not too bad. I got a lot of work done on my field paper this. She pulled Derek down beside her on the couch, and he put his big arm around her, sliding his tongue in her mouth, sucking on her tongue. His hand slid between her thighs, stroking her cunt. She reached between his thighs and caressed his bails. They were like hard-boiled, jumbo-sized eggs. She groped his rubbery, snakelike cock. Even soft, it was so thick she couldn't close her hand more than halfway around it.He stroked her tits, tweaked and gently pulled on her nipples. She dropped her head.