They walked into the living room– I could hear only their footsteps even though I could hear at least three or more other voices. Then my wife and h...r mother started singing a weird chant in Old Gaelic and I floated out of the recliner. No, I don’t speak Old Gaelic but it sounded like the words she uses when she says she’s speaking Old Gaelic.They started for the back door. It was my wife, then me floating on my back, then her mother. We went out the back door and it felt like I was floating. Then there was Traci Wu, she was of Asian decent, mother I think. She was tallest of the three at about 5ft10". Her slender long body still has its mouth watering features. She had a very nice round ass and lovely round b cup breast. Her hair was short and natural black with a strand of purple through it. Those grey eyes tho, just staring at them give me shivers down below and a feeling there was more than meets the eye.Last there was Zoe Ellis, she was the 'largest' of the three. She wasn't. All the suirming did was make the chain swing around, reminding her of her place.Maybe that was the point, she realised."Don't give me the script," the man snapped. "Why did you choose this career? Why aren't you working in some supermarket stacking shelves?" Oh." Jane stopped struggling and lay down, gazing up at the man."Because it's the only way I can afford orgasms, I guess." Ah, so you're more of a slut than a whore." What's the difference?" she asked, still holding his gaze. He looked. However, no reflection of Jacob appeared. Finally Jan stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Lotion came next followed by brushing her teeth. Still no Jacob. Confused and disappointed, Jan padded down the hallway naked as the day she was born. As she passed Jacob’s room, Jan resisted the urge to peek in at him. Obviously she was wrong about him being poolside as she swam. It was probably her over active imagination and the wind that fed her fantasy. It also could have been that extra glass.