“Oh, all right,” pouted the giant. “Will you come and tuck me in?”“In a minute,” said Dinah. “I need to speak with Harmony first. Go on....And take your shoes off now, so that your feet have aired out by the time I come in there. I don’t particularly feel like swooning right now.”Mortimer hadn’t been gone more than thirty seconds, when Dinah put her hands on her hips, looked around the room, and calmly said, “You can come out now.”“Beg your pardon, mistress,” said Harmony. “I’m right here.”“I was. The recoil was a real problem for her, so we decided to stick with the 9 mm. That pistol with hollowpoint ammunition should be all that she would need.There was one problem that we had not yet conquered: what to do about drinking water. We had been using tap water for bathing and washing clothes, but we had been using bottled water from the supermarket for drinking. However, that supply was running short, and we needed a more reliable supply.We discussed the problem and concluded that we needed. For 3 days, my Mom and I had the house all to ourselves. So the first day, my Mom was laying on the couch in the living room watching some movies. She was wearing her sexy yellow tank top that revealed a lot of cleavage, and tight blue shorts, so it was hard for me to keep my erection down whenever I was around her. Later, my Mom called to me saying, "Hey, sweetie. My back hurts, would you be a good boy and please give your Mother a massage?" That was very unusual, since my Mom doesn't usually. “It's okay babe, I want you to. I set this up just for you.” They started kissing again. Tracy was grinding her crotch into his. My husband was moaning. He took off her t-shirt, then her bikini top, and started licking all over her breasts and nipples. Tracy tilted her head back, and grinded harder on top of my husband, moaning even louder. I stuck my fingers down my own bottoms, rubbing my clit as I watched my little private porn show, starring my husband and my friend. He started kissing her.