Mike was embarrassed. He had gone a little red and couldn't look at Marlon. An awkward nod was all he gave."Get in there!" Marlon shouted as he pushed...Mike's head towards my arse cheeks.Mike's face was right between my arse with his nose pushed up against my clit and Marlon held his head there. "Can you smell your wife Mike?" He asked."Yes I can" Mike quietly answered.I felt another huge slap on my arse cheek. "Tell your husband what he needs to call me slut" Marlon ordered as his hand hit me. All night long I asked… Ana said that's what Helena claimed.Then I asked her if she was excited thinking about it. Then Ana replied, as a matter of fact, her pussy was getting wet right now.Friday evening I was getting dressed to spend the night outside, when Ana walked in from her bathroom wearing a black garter belt and lace stockings. Her smooth shaven vagina was uncovered as was her round nice breast.She slipped on a pair of black high heels, then a transparent black lace night gown. I. That probably accounted for my sense of humour failure!The seven of us then chatted and lounged around together most of the morning; to try and compensate for my earlier grumpiness, I suggested that I treat everyone to chicken and chips at the Clifton Gorge Hotel for lunch, and the idea was greeted with delight.Having had a late breakfast, we did at least have the decency to walk the long way around, so that we were ready for some more food by the time we got there.The chicken and chips in the. It was one of the nights that he and Sandy were staying over at the house. Sandy was already cuddled up with Jim on one of the sofas after dinner.Marty read Brad the letter than she’d opened that day from the backlog of fan mail about the show.Dear Brad Ross, I hope this letter reaches you, because it might be life changing for both of us. My name is Nancy Tilden, I’m eighteen, and I live in San Diego. To cut to the chase, I think I am your daughter.So you can test this, I took a swab from my.