Sam wondered in around 8:30. He was unusually chipper, tossing out a “good morning,” to ensure everyone in the office suite knew he had arrived. I...smiled as he walked past my desk.“How is your head this morning?” Sam asked. I smiled back.“The head is fine,” I replied, “But my pussy aches.”Sam chuckled out loud.“Be careful,” he matter-of-factly replied, stepping into his executive office, closing the door behind himself. A few seconds later and my intercom light lit up.“Thanks for the Baker. She remembered the way it had plowed into her mother's pussy, then sucked back, drawing out the pink tissues clinging to the shaft. Somehow, the sights she'd seen became mixed in her mind to provide the sensations her squirming cunt remembered right now.Pete... She groaned and heaved her hips, feeling oddly near the point of orgasm. His name came to her lips again, and she opened her eyes and looked over the blue-green Gulf.God, what a mess he'd made of fucking her last night, stalling and. The room was still, except for one bed. Kelly kicked his blanket, tugged on his shorts, and rolled onto one side and then the other. He shoved a hand inside his briefs to nudge his cock. The dried mess from the previous night had left his underwear crusty and stiff.Kelly sat up. He pointed to each bed in order. All the girls were accounted for. He rolled out of bed and slid the top chest drawer open, pausing and holding his breath with each scrape that sounded like the loudest noise he had ever. "Don't be mad, Mommy."Martha crouched down and began cutting away Grace's blouse. "I've always wanted to make it with you, Sis," she said huskily as she cut away Grace's bra and exposed her jiggling tits.Grace was horrified. "Wendy! Don't let them do this to me!" It's fun, Mommy," she said rubbing her hand over her mother's fleshy tits. "I've made it with Amy and Aunt Martha. Sex is fabulous." Oh... my God!" Grace twisted her body, trying to free herself as Martha cut away her jeans and.