No half eaten cake. No empty pizza platter. No cake crumbs scattered across the floor. No beer cans sitting in puddles of their own spilt contents. No...piles of clothes and towels on the sofa. No empty wine bottle under the table. No wine bottle cork under the TV. No plastic plates and pizza crusts under the TV either. Just nothing. No mess what-so-ever! The place was totally cleaned up!Jared just rubbed his eyes in disbelief then looked down at his own body. He was in his own pajamas! Someone. I leaned into the sofa and Toi reached for her purse behind me. Judith took me down her throat which she normally didn’t do on her own and I moaned with joy, she then took my hands and moved them behind me as she gave me the best blow she had ever given me. My head had rolled back and my eyes were closed and I felt Toi’s hot tits press against my back. Then next thing I felt was cold steel around my wrist and heard clicking. “Now little man the fun starts!” Toi said as my wife slipped out from. He kissed my pussy for about one second and stopped and repeated. This was torture, but felt so good and arousing. He took his tongue out and licked from my asshole to my pussy. I felt so good that I moved a little. That was it. I felt a small crack on my back and immediately released my hands. I fell down from the table. Seeing me fall, my dad tried to lessen the impact of the fall.I felt so much pain that I could barely move. My mom who was watching tv, came rushing to us. She inquired about. I was surprised to see Dan Aykroyd in the chorus along with Michael Jackson’s brothers and sisters and a host of others.“That was much better than Do They Know It’s Christmas,” I said when the song finished. “I wonder why Michael Jackson didn’t sing with everyone else and they spliced in his parts.”“No clue,” Clarissa said. “I liked it, too. Do you know if it’s available for purchase?”“No idea, but we can stop by the music store before we pick up Elizaveta for lunch.”“Why don’t we leave now?.