Fiona often came home and told me about hoe the blokes stared at her braless tits. Blatantly ogling her smooth cleavage and nipples. And how they use... to rub past her at every opportunity grinding their cocks into her arse. This turned me on immensely thinking about Fiona getting fucked by more cocks.It was a Saturday evening and I’d decided to hit the town with a few mates and have a real good piss up. The missus was having a girly in round her mates so I hit it hard. In my pissed up state. "What's this?" Hannah asked, peering into the bag. "I picked up a few extra things at the store in case we got stranded." Samantha replied and winked before going back out."Hang on, I'll help you." Hannah shouted back. "Let me put this down first." "No need, I just have a few small things left. I can manage." Samantha said and suddenly remembered something. "Could you put the ice cream away?" "Only you would think of ice cream during a snowstorm." Hannah laughed. She then set about unpacking. Even today dad has taken leave and is watching Tv. “Jothi what are you doing?” “Nothing specific, reading magazine”. “Arrange for my oil bath” – dad instructed me. I cursed him because that is the most tedious job. I need to boil 3 buckets of water to maximum hot and then allow it cool to normal temperature without adding cold water, in addition I have to keep one big bucket full of cold water too. I arranged for the hot water and gave him oil.”Jothi, what happened, haven’t you arranged yet?”. Valerie looked at her husband. "Well, Kathy, it's like this. Whenever my husband and I and my sister were together, we were, shall we say ... very happy. And when he gets that happy, he is an exceptionally good ... um husband. And last Saturday morning, my husband was an exceptionally good ... husband. So that's one reason I like having you in our home."Kathy's eyes got bigger and bigger as she read between the verbal lines of Valerie's comment. Mr. Tracey had gotten horny, and he had gotten.