No, I’m not tired. Is it time for breakfast?”Oh my. Charlotte at the best of times had the mind of a 10-year-old, but sometimes that of a 5-year-o...d. “No, not yet. Why don’t you come down to the TV room with me?”I helped her up, she was eager to do something. Damn, she was wearing white flannel pajamas with a 5-button top. As I helped her up, I noticed only 4 buttons were fastened, presenting a great view of her deep cleavage. “Come on down to the RV room. A few others are still up and would. . tried to talk to him. Never did figure out what language he was speaking. Besides, he was a first class low talker."Okay... , Buddy," I finally said out of exasperation. "We're just going to call you Mr. Whiskers. That okay with you?"He looked up. Made an unintelligible sound... Hell... , I have no idea what he said; or whether he even agreed or not. At that point, we decided to let Mr. Whiskers stick around for maybe a couple of days until he could find other quarters."Just for a couple of. Her tangy musk filled my nose. I groaned, breathing it in as I watched her summit our daughter's breast and engulfed a cum-covered nipple. Tiffany mewled in her sleep. She stirred and trembled, a smile playing on her lips.Was she dreaming?Betty loved our daughter's nipple. My wife sucked and nibbled. Her fingers rubbed my cum into Tiffany's other breast. Betty rolled and pinched Tiffany's left nipple while sucking on the right. Our daughter sighed again, her body twitching as she slept.And my. At the first indication of success, I’d look for an opportunity to get her in my sights and reverse the previous suggestion.So what’s that line from Roberts Burns? Oh yeah, “The best laid plans of mice and men...”I got home from swimming practice at the same time Dad got home from his office. Mom was in the kitchen finishing dinner and Sherry was curled up on the couch reading. She looked up at us when we walked in but I didn’t see anything particularly adoring in her expression. She just waved.