She whispered something in his ear and he again smiled slowly backed his monster from pussy. He looked at me told me to get over here your dinner is r...ady as he stood up flipped that trouser snake back into his pants, placing my hand on the big head saying the desert. I walked around the counter to get my first look at what he left behind for me, the cream was already running down her legs. I began to lick up his leftovers enjoying every drop finally reaching her filled honey pot. I was. Actually, Mister Mason and I were there to offer immoral [sic] support until we were drafted into making the tossed salad. We cut vegetables merrily slicing and dicing like we knew what we were doing. Mister Mason might have. I didn’t though I didn’t let that keep me from cutting big things into little things.Missus Mason looked over my shoulder and said, “Brad, that brings to mind a whole new picture when the words, cut up, are used in this house. Save some effort. Your finished pieces should. “I’m so sorry I got you into this. If there was some way I could get you both on a space ship and send you hightailing back to home, I would do it in an instant, but I can’t and that’s the worst part of this unbelievable situation. It’s become such a horrendous mistake, I can’t believe that I was so fucking stupid, I allowed myself to get talked into it on so short notice, I didn’t even take the time to make a proper inquiry. But, we can’t do anything to fight or change our present. Their specialty was Peanut Soup. You simply had to eat this, if you came to visit the restaurant.Ricky arranged to have some business in the city that weekend, and packed his suitcase accordingly. This way, his wife would have no reason for suspicion, not that she cared anyway. He kissed her dryly on the cheek, and told her he would return Sunday, as he headed out the door.Jan shuffled the kids toward the door. "Are you sure you have everything?" she asked her oldest daughter. She had arranged.