I couldn’t sit on the floor or even a cushion. My ass kept burning for hours.At one point, I checked on Donald. He slept like the dead. If only. The...awful thought floated through my brain. That might be a mercy. I made myself supper. Terry didn’t ask for any. That struck me strange. I’d never seen him eat. Why was he so fat?After eating, I dared to approach my daughter’s door. “Stace?” I didn’t know what to say beyond that.“Go away.”“CUNT!” Terry bellowed from the living room. “And turn off the. Knowing what goes on in her friend’s mind Nadia spoke: “If that’s your logic Angie and I should rest and have drinks while you girls clean, we don’t have cum.”“OK, OK,” Alene said, “point taken, we have to find a solution for cleaning the house.”Angie had an interesting look on her face, “Alene, how far are we willing to go with this solution?”“As far as we want. We have money, so whatever solution we come up with, we can fund it.”“I have an idea then,” Angie exclaimed, “look, you’re cumming a. So, I, uh, don't have a lot of time here."I glanced at the clock again, then to my watch."Ok," she said. "Yeah, a client just showed up here, so we better keep it short. Thought I'd grab the phone quick, when they told me it was you."I held the phone to my ear with both hands and felt my face turning red."So, um..." Ya know, you have a really pretty phone voice," she said with a chuckle.I giggled in reply, and she added, "Well, and off the phone, too. I'm just saying..." I don't have much. Then I did what I have never done before. I moved my foot against the inside of her one ankle and tapped insistently. She got the message and as soon as her foot moved, I drove my cock deeper until my glans was snuggly fitted between her kegs and her inner folds. I could feel her heat. We resumed our kissing while I gently rocked my cock between her legs, rubbing her where it counts. She soon removed me and gently rubbed me for a while, cupping my balls and gently massaging the two orbs. I.