?You don’t need to do this. It’s my job. Why don’t you go into the living room and rest.? ?My love.? She had replied. ?Can’t you un...erstand that there are times that I just want to be with you, do things with you, even if it’s housework. That it makes me happy to do it with you?? Seeing that she had captured his undivided attention, she continued on. ?And that there will be times when I’ll want to do some chores by myself, just because it pleases me to know that I’m doing. "It was when Kay told me this that I realised she wasn't just outrageous, but that she probably had a bit of a screw loose. At any rate, she was a loose cannon, fun most of the time, dangerous some of the time, such that when the time came that I could no longer put off a weekend visit to my mother I was determined that Kay should not come. She had never met my mother - they were like oil and water - and I was happy to keep it that way.But Kay had other ideas. She didn't want to be left on her. The red flesh of Stephanie's pussy was shining from the wetness and a clear drop of vaginal juice crept from the red recesses of Stephanie's cunt, to slowly ooze its way down into the crack of her ass, until it lingered on the rim of her anus. The itching feeling it gave her there served to make Stephanie even more aware of the situation.The mother let go of her labia and her cunt slowly closed until it was merely a narrow red trench again. As her right hand slid along her right thigh,. I am not even doing anything to their orgasm energy. I mean I always heard they were hornier than boys, but that is really true.The other two came back from the bathroom, saw her just cum face, and immediately asked her, “Really? No way? That fast?”All three were off to the bathroom again.When they came back the girls all three told me, in a whisper, “We aren’t wearing panties anymore David. They are too wet. We are too.”The girls tried hard to convince me that they needed to repay me somehow.