It’s great!” He sopped up some sauce with the garlic bread and downed it with some wine. “I love it!” He poured me some more wine. “Do I nee... to leave room for dessert?”“Sorry, didn’t think about that.”“Not a problem.” Jack swooped down and grabbed the last manicotti. “After dinner, I’ll think of something else I want to eat.”I swear to God I think I actually blushed at that. Of course, my second thought was to hurry him through dinner!Jack continued in a different vein. “After dinner, I need. One third of the way down, there is one that promotes arousal. As if Shelly needed any more stimulation.Josh lingered at these points and Shelly's breathing intensified. She lifted her arms up over her head and ran her fingers through her hair. Josh looked upward, between his mother's open thighs and gazed at her swollen pussy as he massaged her ankles. She was sighing and purring. She was ready.He tugged on her legs, pulling down down the table to him. She laid on her back, with her legs off. I whispered to Andy, ?Keep licking, start working on herclit.?? I saw him comply, as he beganrolling his tongue around Carla?s clit, echoing what I was doing to her nipple.? Thewetness emanating from her was so great that I could hear an occasional drip intothe toilet as it escaped from her pussy.?Her eyes were closed, her moans were getting louder, and her breathswere getting faster and heavier, and I knew she was close.? Just as I thought she was ready, I let go ofher nipple, grabbed Andy?s. We napped, ate and then slept soundly, as the rain soothed me toward a beautiful morning. The next day was clear, dappled by a cooling Pacific breeze. A good omen. I couldn’t eat much, visions of cock and cum were dancing about in my herb infused head. Husband always threw a few edibles and joints into his traveling humidor, mixed in between dark maduro Nicaraguan cigars, every time we traveled. He was convinced the cigars would throw off d**g dogs. Husband is a bit of a moron...and I told him.