Brandy gathered up her box, hooves and clothes and crept out of the bathroom and back into the living room where Grant sat in his open robe and snowma... faced print boxers holding another present. A big shit-eating grin lit up his face.She spun around slowly; seductively, “You like?”Grant nodded his head.“Kneel,” he quietly commanded her.Brandy sat her armload on the sofa beside her husband and knelt before him, offering her crossed wrists. Grant picked up one of her hooves and slipped it onto. "Cindy watched my back and forth with Sandy with interest. Stretching her lithe body across the bed she reached out with her left hand and stroked my cock, then with her right she grasped Johnny's now lengthening cock. Soon both of us has respectable hardons."I think I'd really like to have both of these impressive cocks cum all over my face." She increased the pace and both Johnny and I groaned with pleasure."Hey what about me?, Sandy asked.Cindy, "You have a free hand, my pussy is begging for. Walt and Adam were seated at the table and Cynthia was flipping pancakes. None of us was wearing a stitch; it seemed a bit odd. I mean, wherever you go, there are always some people wearing clothes.Walt, like Cynthia, had the look of being twenty-five years old. That's an odd result of the injections; parents hardly look older than their teen-age kids. Of course, it was good for the libido, too. Walt gave me a quick once-over and immediately developed an erection. He didn't seem embarrassed by. Plus, we can go into town whenever we need something from the stores.”“Yes, I can see that, but I don’t know...”“What’s there not to know?”“Well, you know that bed upstairs makes a lot of noise when we’re bouncing around under the sheets. The raucous might scare the kids.”“Oh, you dirty old man, always thinking about sex.”“Guilty as charged.”“Want to go now?” she said with a florid smile adding a little innuendo to the question.Without another word, they both stood up at the same time. Clark.