I guarantee there are no drugs in the house,’ Brad said levelly. ‘Will this afternoon be okay?’ Janey asked refusing to comment on what Brad had...said. ‘I’ll be finished what I’m doing in about ten minutes. Anytime after that is fine. If you like you can come over before lunch and we can do a picnic in the park with Nicky, he’d love that,’ Brad coaxed gently. ‘Will … uh… will Ren be there this afternoon?’ Janey asked after a moment’s awkwardness. ‘Yes, is there a problem with that?’ Brad asked. After all, that was the whole point of this whole crazy scheme. Sex with her own husband. The idea seemed laughably dumb now that she looked back at the chaos Marin's presence had created in her life, a sentiment echoed fairly frequently by Marin's chorus of laughter in Rebecca's head. Rebecca had bought a box of ovulation strips, and was starting to worry that perhaps she had some fertility issues. Maybe at 35 she had waited too long to start trying. But she started to notice that every time. My hands started itching to pounce on my mother from the back, hold her breasts from behind and give them a nice squeeze. What a feeling it would be if my hard long prick smashes against her firm round ass cheeks! Our kitchen did not have an exhaust fan and hence she was profusely perspiring making her blouse wet to reveal her dark bra beneath. Suddenly, my mother turned back and seeing me standing at the kitchen door asked me with a wry smile,” What? You need another cup of coffee?” I nodded. Most days he would make love to at least one of them, sometimes both and usually anally as they found this method easier to accommodate his huge girth which had seemed to grow in proportion as his body grew harder with the tough physical work he was doing on the cottage.One day they disappeared into the city and were away all day, returning at night with a hand held camcorder for him, then treated him to a mind blowing session of pregnant lesbian sex while he filmed every cock stiffening.