I flipped the omelet. In just a couple of minutes I had Tina one of my special omelets. I slid it onto a plate and handed it to her, with a kiss of co...rse. “Darling, I hope you enjoy it.” I say to her.I see poor Diane still standing there waiting for eggs. “How would you like your eggs cooked?” I ask.“Scrambled would be just fine.” She replied.I crack two more eggs into a bowl again and put another splash of half & half, whisk and empty the contents of the bowl into another butter filled pan.. Outstanding ... even better than what we did before. Being ... watched. Being taped. Being taped having sex with YOU! Being taped having you fuck me while your ex-wife watches us. And my ex-husband. Let them both stew in it! And Casey’s ex Percy, too, that jerk!” June confessed, even as Erica started slurping on my dick straight from her twat.“You love oral so much that I sometimes wonder if you like regular sex at all,” June teased her.“Oh, I like that plenty, but oral is my kink,” Erica. Would that be such a terrible thing? She suddenly noticed the mess in her bedroom; the scattered clothes; the coffee cups that she suspected harboured interesting fungal cultures; the pile of paper from where she had printed out things for her researches. The place was a tip, she really hadn’t had much of a chance to tidy up while she’d been working on the contract for Cerys. Of course, she thought, if Lionel was into the same sort of things as Gordon was she’d have someone to clean up her flat. This was both to stand guard and to allow the women to talk without an obvious man being present. I figured that they all would be more comfortable that way. I wasn't going to have any trouble hearing what they said, so I was not as detached from the current situation as it might seem.They talked for about an hour, and the upshot was that the woman had no one to fall back on. They had a small homestead a few miles north of here, but a recent Comanche raid had made the place unlivable. They were.