There was a nook for his king-sized bed and a fire in the fireplace. The appliances in his kitchen were ancient and all of his furniture had a kind of...comfy-shabby-woodsy motif. I looked at some photos hanging on the wall and saw him with a tall slender blond fortyish woman who looked a little like my mother when she was younger. There were also two young girls with them."My second wife and her daughters. Five years ago." Where are the girls now?", I asked, hoping he wouldn't glance at the. Amanda had actually cum again from the heavy petting; then, we'd all taken turns fingerfucking Carynne with as many fingers as we could, to thank her for the wonderful fuck she'd given us earlier. The sexy nymph had practically screamed the tiles off the walls with her orgasms.While Carynne was recovering, she'd experimentally tugged on my cock a few times, but when it had refused to get back up she'd just grinned, saying how much she'd enjoyed wearing me out. The goofy grin I'd gotten on my. “Then what am I holding here?”“My nipple” my wife responded.“And your nipple sits on top of your…..” He continued.“My breasts.” She answered.The third open-hand slap came quickly, and my wife never saw it coming. My wife yelped just a bit and a red area was now clearly visible on the side of her very round breasts.“TIT” Dave announced proudly, “The correct answer is TIT. Mothers have breasts… sluts have Tits.”“Yes Sir” my wife responded.“Good girl” praised Dave, “Let’s continue.”He then. I'd like the Whitman Sampler, a pack of Juicy Fruit, a dozen Trojans, lubricated with reservoir tip, and a tube of Analease, please', and she'd say, 'Here you go, and say Hey to Jeanine for me.' with a big grin on her face." Jeanine's blush could get deeper. Sandy was a casual acquintance and not renowned for her discretion.I remembered something I'd read. "I'm not even sure Analease is what we want. I think we need something else. You were right about needing to research this on the net." I.