"Dangerous - in a flivver? Yes, it is. But then so is bundling the kids into a shuttle car and taking them to and from school. Letting them walk down ...our front steps is dangerous the way they run about. You teach them unarmed combat to meet threats outside. How did you get your nickname, Poison Ivy? And Pat — a Herald?..." That's not dangerous work" Pat protested.That caused a strangled hacking cough from her son, a very adult sounding snort from Sarn't (the younger one) and when Morg raised. It was one Saturday night when the k**s were at her parents that he made his move. She was in the shower when he got off the phone with his best friend. Their trust in each other was legend and even though his friend was a year younger, they have been dam near inseparable since the day they met. The only thing left now was to set the stage. Being the prankster that he was, his girlfriend stopped questioning his actions and accepted him for the busy little bee he was. He did after all always. Jane holding her arms above her head with one hand, her arms crossed at the wrist, while Jane nibbled her nipples and fondled her satin smooth skin and breasts with the other.Amelia was between her legs, Lily's legs over her shoulders, one hand holding her hip in place, the other working her fingers into and around her bright red inner pussy lips, Amelia's tongue flicking at her exposed and vulnerable clit making it hard and bringing it out to play.Most of the guys were sporting hard cocks. I told her where we were and she said they would be there in a few minutes and we should wait for them. In the mean time I bought another round of beers for Jack and I. We sat drinking and watching the people, pretty soon Jack's eyes got very big and he motioned for me to look. I turned in my seat and almost dropped my beer. Standing there was my wife and our daughters, all three of them topless except for some beads! “Mandy! What are you doing? Girls, where are your shirts? You all shouldn't.