" She slumped down into her chair. "Bang goes band practice tonight." She frowned."We'll get there." Shawna smiled, pointing to the kitchen and gettin... a nod for the implied offer of a drink. "The music'll probably help him get out of it." That's true." Hope admitted, with a smile, following her into the kitchen. "What's he doing?" Drawing, I think." Hope took a seat at the kitchen table, watching Shawna for a moment as she bustled around. "How are you?" What? Me, I'm fine... a little pissed at. She gathered up all their stuff together. She wanted to make sure they were ready to leave. They had been inside the workshop for forty-five minutes. Hyde and Lucy’s shift, not due to end for another one and a half hours, meant they had lots of time. But it was good to be ready. Connie pondered what to do. Stay and take more gems, go while the going was good, or stay and have some fun. It occurred to her that neither of the lovers in front of her had come. That seemed a shame. This was. I growled and said, “You really want to find out?” She giggled and laughed and ran off to her room. I put my arms around my wife and said, “Act our age? Get a room? Where is she coming up with this stuff?”“Grim, your daughter is growing up. She’ll be twelve in February. One of these days I’ll be taking her to Doctor Pawlensky for a checkup of her own.”“Shit!” I muttered.“You’d better hope I live long enough to teach her about tampons and training bras.”My eyes popped at the thought of that, and. She inhaled deeply before taking them in her mouth and sucking with the ravening passion of one dying of thirst drinking. I was soaked and rubbed my cunt against her thigh and ass. She appreciatively rubbed my butt and pressed herself to me. I pushed her onto my humble cot and regarded her nakedness for a moment. I picked up the wooden phallus. Her eyes widened as she looked into mine,spreading her legs. I approached, attracted to the mysteries of her beauteous quim. Her hair down there was.