I won’t be long.’ I pad into the kitchen and start to slice the sponge cake I was going to top with strawberries and whipped cream. I sense Jack b...hind me. I grin slightly—expectantly—but don’t turn. What was he up to, I wonder. I feel his hand smooth itself from my side over to my tummy. It feel nice. It feels firm. With his other hand, he lifts up my hair and kisses my neck. I put down the knife. I part my legs slightly and his left hand cups my pussy. ‘Yes,’ I mumble. I feet his right hand. I woke a few hours later with the winter sun lighting up the room through a crack in the curtains. Hanna was asleep next to me and had obviously managed to get in from work and climb into bed without disturbing me in my comatose, exhausted state. She looked beautiful and peaceful, her pale smooth skin glistening slightly in the sunlight. It was way too early to wake her after her night shift, so I got out of bed, closed the curtains properly and left her to sleep. I padded down to the kitchen. She smirked, restrained herself, and stepped backward to the bed where she sat herself down, bringing herself more onto a level with David's cock. She stared at him for a moment and then told him to get down onto his hands and knees and crawl across the floor to her. He approached her on all fours. She raised a foot to stop him."I use to have a boyfriend, John..." She left her foot poised at his shoulder, "He use to love my feet. He could spend hours kissing my feet and sucking my toes. I want. Rena helped me get through the rough spots of the meal, then sponged off the parts that missed my mouth."So what's up, Rena? Why'd you send Ronni home?" You and I need to talk," she said, her eyes serious."About what, Rena? You look serious," I said."Remember the other day I said that you and me need to talk about danger one of these days? Not really danger, Dave. Question."Uh-oh. 'Serious mom' face. "What?" I asked."What's Ronni mean to you?" She regarded me coolly."Seriously? Best friend. I.