I eyed her. “Did you finish whatever you were working on?”She just gave me a mysterious shrug and a quick kiss.“Heather, what are these?” Meli...sa called out.“Don’t ask me,” Heather replied evenly, giving the pasta sauce a stir.I turned to look at my mom. She was over at the dining table, looking at... Photographs? Muireann, Lara, and Sarah joined her now, studying whatever was there with interest.“Did you take these, Tommy?” Sarah asked.“I did, Mam!” he called out from the couch, the pride. She looked quickly at her husband and discovered his fly was tented. The fact sent a surge of excitement through her and she writhed with guilty awareness of the pleasure she felt in their attention. 'I'm terrible! Oh, dear! I like having them excited!'She realized belatedly that Vanessa was untying the waist cord. The sheet collapsed to the floor, leaving only the skimpy, improvised miniskirt to hide Helen's nakedness. She stared at herself, hypnotized by the sight of her elongated navel. 'I. EJ, I moaned, a bit louder than I meant to. Oh, God! EJ, EJ, ooh, ELIJAH! After my orgasm, he pulled away from me. He was laughing. Whats so funny? I asked as I caught my breathe. You were so loud. It felt really good. I said as he rolled his eyes. Dont believe me? I pushed him onto a chair behind him. I got on my knees in front of him and pulled down his boxers. I wrapped my hand around his cock and he instantly got hard. I kissed the head of his cock and licked from the shaft back to the. Stop it. Ow."Weasel whipped him even harder.Chris said, "Ow. OK, all ready." He started crawling forward on his hands and knees.Weasel continued to whip Chris with the leash. He said, "Piggies don't talk. You either grunt or squeal. One grunt for yes, two grunts for no. Understand?" He punctuated his question with a hard swat from the leash."Ow. Yes." Weasel hit him again, several times in rapid succession. "I mean... grunt."Weasel said, "That'll do, pig." The crowd of frat boys erupted in.