We were all enjoying ourselves. Mummy Belinda's nose was full of sticky bogies and I proudly ate them in front of her. Auntie Rose managed to get me t... eat another two of her dirty hankies.Belinda looked at her watch and decided we had better leave, as she had arranged an appointment with Lina Sparkes. She was the local Italian hairdresser. I was to have my new Amy Beynon blonde wig and Belinda wanted her hair done. Auntie Rose brought out a pink pram, with pink, satin sheets and a frilly, pink. We had brought no clothes though she looked great in her jeans and heels. I knew she had no bra! I had watched my wife dress!Dad came in forty minutes later. He looked in the den and grabbed Mom for a hug and kiss then left the room to change reappearing moments later in jeans and a plaid shirt with loafers on his feet. Anna and Morris had joined us by then with Mal and Miyuki. Shortly thereafter, we left for Uncle Billy's.Carl greeted us and took us to the regular table. He had Morris and Tom. " The voice was deep, resonant, and the words made all the more chilling by casual manner of delivery. She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust to the harsh light that shined directly into her face. Four men surrounded her; big men. Black men. She knew that from their bare hands and the slits in their ski-masks baring their flat noses and big lips.The biggest man, the one with the chilling voice, knelt beside her. His eyes traveled the length of her body lingering on her exposed camisole - her. Yann was driving.Marcel had taken pity on Yann and let us use his van for the day. With all the space we had to fuck, I was seriously considering trading in my caddy and buying a suburban mom mover.I loved being in the middle. Twice the fuck, three-times the jizz. Four-times with Juan, who was clearly one of those guys who never run dry.This was our fourth fuck of the day and we were on our way back to the Inn. Bunny and I fucked on the way out in the morning. Golf had been interesting - a.