They ganged up! They told my pregnant brides, they were restricted to lip service only, no penetration, in deference to the fetuses. Montserrat and An...el were relegated any crumbs of stamina I might have left, AFTER the Moms were finished with me! It was suggested their proper roles, were pussy fluffers! Orally maintaining the Mothers-in-law’s pussies in a wet state of readiness until actively being fucked! They insisted on and enforced that suggestion. Poor Montserrat was forcibly held down by. “Password?” I asked, puzzled.“Password!” insisted The Voice.“Pardon?” I am still confused.“No, that won’t do at all,” The Voice sounded quite pissed off. “Didn’t they tell you that your password must be made up from letters, numbers and other characters, the ones I call the squiggly bits?”“No. Nobody said nothing about a password.”“Damnation! Nobody does what they are supposed to any more! Right, name?!”“Russell Charles Atkins,” I recited, “Usually known as ‘Charlie’.”“You’re not on my list.”. About 1 am in the morning I got a final text stating she was on her way back and was accompanied by this guy, I heard them enter our house as I was waiting in the spare room, I had set our main bedroom up with the side lamp on and secretly positioned my camera so as to film everything, my idea was to position myself on the landing watching from the door which would be kept ajar, before things got started I heard my wife coming upstairs and she came into the spare room, she was very tipsy but. ’ We spent almost a half hour packing before taking a quick shower. Jennie was right. The vest was in the hall closet. Lady stood perfectly still while I fitted it around her shoulders. It looked to be comfortable and didn’t restrict her movements at all. I locked up and we were on the road heading north by eight. Wilmington was almost an hour away and we needed breakfast before boarding the plane. We could eat on board, but I hated eating in the air. Truth be told, I occasionally suffered.