“I used to think that Maurice is a pig, but if he is, what does that make me, a sow?” Clothilde blushed before sticking her tongue back inside Lil...th’s cornhole.“Oink, oink!” Maurice joked, having picked up some fluency in English as well as French and German.“Well, if he is a pig, he’s my pig ... and Ursula’s!” Lilith beamed now as she creamed herself and everyone took a breather.“And mine, too, now ... again! I really do want to be lovers again ... with all of you! I owe Ursula a lot, for. It was bonding powered by our nuclear love.With a baby on each nipple, my wives each took a station with Erin making pancakes, Lynn making eggs, and Blossom doing bacon in the microwave. It went like a well-oiled machine and soon everyone was well-fed. We got everyone dressed and took off for the parade and the walk downtown. We timed it so that we got home just as the babies needed to be fed so the mom’s didn’t need to risk upsetting anyone by nursing in public.We went out to the back yard and. "Hi," the boy said. He smiled. "My name's Henry. You know my mom, Margaret Kelly?"Patty flushed, instantly feeling a cold sense of trepidation. What reason could Margaret have for sending her son to visit her?"Y-yes, I know her," Patty stammered. "What do you want to see me about?" Well, it's not too good to explain it out here." Henry smiled, seeming very calm. "Do you mind if I come in and talk to you for a minute? Thanks..."He walked past her, entering her home without permission. Patty. Just as we were approaching the car park the world outside became less appealing and my attention became focused on my new friend again, as she changed gear I looked down at her hand and saw her leg exposed by the opening in her coat, just a stocking top and a suspender strap, I asked her what did she have on under her coat? "Just a basque" she replied which the outcome of which was me walking around the shopping centre with yet another hard on.Bizarrely she showed little interest in any of the.