Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Jiggy was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading the Cape Breton Post. Then he...suddenly turned to me and asked, ‘So, is your daddy still messing around with that little redhead working in the bakery at the grocery store?’’ The father groans and whispers, ‘I hope you shot that son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!’‘I sure did, Dad!’‘That’s my boy!’The son goes on to become a successful lawyer and then a Member of. The women were all naked now and Clare and I were able to enjoy the sight as they formed several daisy chains on the carpet so as to all get full satisfaction. Gradually the sounds and smells of their lust subsided, as one by one they fell asleep.Mrs Barnes tiptoed to our side. She confessed she had watched the whole scene from her office and had noticed that neither Clare nor I had joined in the orgy. "Would you both like to come up to my bedroom, where I can promise such good customers a. My hand slid along my wife's hand somehow still d****d behind my back holding me for support. But I was surprised to find that she was holding something in her hands. Something very hot and slippery. I felt a jerk, when my hand touched the hot rod like thing. Oh it felt so nice. The thing was burning hot and in such cold weather seemed like heaven send. I also held on to it tightly. It was fairly large and I was not able to hold it completely in my hand. I could also feel some throbbing. For a few minutes they made out like teenagers in the front of Stan’s Mondeo before he pulled back and murmured, just loud enough for Anne to hear, ‘I don’t know which is more uncomfortable at the moment, the gear lever or the handbrake.’ Anne pouted as he pulled away, but then smiled at his words. ‘I have a door key,’ she reminded him, ‘and there’s a bed upstairs, remember?’ They didn’t get as far as the bed. Once inside the door, Anne pushed Stan against the wall, one hand playing with the.