A took cradled him in her arms and started kissing him and I could see my son getting irritated by that and started crying. My wife asked for the well...being of him from the other room and I assured her that everything is OK.My son was still in A’s lap so I put my hands on him and started patting him on his chest so he cooled down while I was patting him A was feeling a little discomfort in the posture she was sitting with her legs folded so she started adjusting her posture and in the ensuing. “Hey you’re the one with the book. I assumed if that is what you’re into then you wouldn’t have a problem talking about it.”“Just because I’m not a prude and I’m reading a book like this, it doesn’t mean I want to talk with you about sex.”“Look…I’m interested. I think we both know that as a fact. But considering this really doesn’t look like it’s going to happen, I’ll make a deal with you. Answer three more questions, give me something to think about at night, and I’ll leave you alone.”Claire. “You heard me fella! Git your sorry ass outa here or I’ll blow yuh head off!”Those very demanding words were coming from a little mound of oilskin that resembled a raincoat standing only ten feet away in the pouring rain. Sticking out of that crumpled old oilskin raincoat was the barrel of some sort of shotgun with a bore that looked like it could take down an elephant or two if need be. Further up the raincoat was a hood that covered the little old wizened head of Mrs Clusky from next door.. He immediately gravitated to Gwen and Jessica and was soon sitting between them on the couch as they flirted, adjusted their skirts to flash more thigh and leaned forward to flash cleavage. Jessica would routinely touch Jeff’s thigh while Gwen would straiten Jeff’s tie or pretend to brush something from his suit, taking the opportunity to press her breasts against him. With the second round of drinks, both Gwen and Jessica took turns feeding Jeff or each other. They tended to select fruit and.