Jen got a call Mom and Dan are at the airport and she is heading out to get them they are early. We had a nice family evening then all went to bed.My ...eek is about the same so not much happening sorry for no juicy stuff. Jen did have a date with someone but I did not know who, she went out to meet him and got back about midnight. The weekend was tame too Jen was on the tennis court as much as possible and I have a killer serve that she helped me with so I was with her some of the time. We. I eagerly start to lap away at Victoria's now swolen pussy when she pulls away slightly saying "uh huh, wrong hole" before pushing her ass in my face again. Making sure my mouth was right over her arsehole. She said "lick it, lick my ass you dirty little bastard". Not needing to be told twice I start to tickle her tight little rose bud with my tongue. "Fucking lick my ass good" she tells me. I do as she asks and hungrily lick it. Up and down. Tickling it with my flicking tongue. Victoria. This was nonsensical.Mike went back to the wall and tried to find the door."Hello," he called out. "I appear to have got locked in."He heard the far off hum of some kind of machinery. There was an atonal, arrhythmic quality to the sound, discordant like metal blades scraping together."Anyone?" he shouted.He banged his fists against the padded walls. They absorbed the impact without giving out the barest whisper of sound.It was getting really warm. Mike shook off his jacket and undid the top. " Einstein said. "I was born on June 21st, 1958, and I died on August 31st, 2003." He looked into their shocked faces, and continued, "My name, when I was born, was Patricia Ann Johnson."Their mouths literally dropped open while Wendy's hand flew to her mouth, their collective gaze switching to me.I was surprised. In all our conversations, birth dates had never come up, not that we had had many chances for long or deep conversations, but damn! I guess I had figured that the reason we could.