“That’s unbelievable, you told the Missus her husband was dead and she gave you a case of beer?”“Well, not exactly”, Mongrel says. “When s...e answered the door, I said to her, ‘you must be Coot’s widow.’”She said, “You must be mistaken. I’m not a widow.”Then I said, “I’ll betcha a case of beer you are.”Aussies are good at that sensitive stuff...“Have you ever seen a twenty pound note all crumpled up?” Asked the wife.“No,” I said.She gave me a sexy little smile, slowly reached into her cleavage. Once ready to go we all agreed for a bit more fun with them and we all took our panties off and left them behind as we went to serve the dessert. We only managed to set 2 plates down before someone went to rub my pussy and discovered no panties, he quickly made the announcement to everyone and each plate we sat down had hands between our legs rubbing our pussies, even sliding a finger or 2 inside before we stepped away to set the next plate down. Once done we headed back to the kitchen once. You gasp into my mouth as my thigh slide between yours pressing into you from behind. Rubbing against you completely. Our tongues dart against each other quickly taking and giving pleasure to us both. One of my hands slides down your stomach, teasing you. You shiver in my arms in arousal. I can feel your heat on my thigh pressed between your legs. Palm flat against your belly I press you back into me as I snug my thigh higher between your legs pressing into you harder. You rock your pelvis into. “Let’s get started after lunch. We haven’t felt your pussy in the last 3 days,” said James, as we made our way towards the dining table.“3 Days! What do you mean? You fucked me in the car this morning,” I said matter-of-factly.“It was on Sunday morning, love,” answered James, “Today is Wednesday. You were so tired and exhausted that you have slept for 3 days.”Once the lunch was done, my girls and I were carried off the dining table and into the drawing-room. The center table, which once used to.