Her tongue entered my mouth and we were passionately kissing on the stairs for a couple of minutes. She broke off the kiss and said that we should mak... the drinks and get back outside before people wonder where we went.So we made the drinks and as Linda was mixing a pitcher of cocktails, I stood behind her, holding her hips and slowly grinding my hardening cock against her ass. Thankfully my hardon had gone down by the time we went outside. Later that evening, the crowd had thinned out a lot. Even if you do your best not to." You could be me... You could be Angela. You'd have a wonderfulopportunity to have a beautiful life. If you were Angela, you wouldn'thave to worry about Ol' Joe here. You just need to worry about Angelaand that baby of yours. And I, well, I would only have to worry aboutmyself, Joe. It wouldn't be your life I ruin, it would be my own."I was speechless for a moment. The thought of getting a second chance atlife... the thought of actually getting to remain. Her mouth opened wide and her scream turned to groans as I let her tight pussy get accustomed to the thickness of my cock once more. I took a few deep breaths, still keeping Dee’s legs spread wide apart while watching Aunt Sheen sucking on her daughter’s tits with total dedication. I also wanted to feel Dee’s large, lovely nipples in my mouth so I leaned down over Dee’s body, resting one hand on the beanbag. “Aaahhmm… Mmmhhmm…” Dee moaned now as I joined Aunt Sheen in licking, teasing and. Grandma knows how to cook.As usual, after relaxing a bit after finishing, we got up to clean the place up. I was last into the kitchen, and as I was approaching the stove to help Grandma with a large pot of stock she'd just made this afternoon, she picked it up and swung around. Unfortunately I was right in the path of her arms, and ended up with five quarts of chicken stock and vegetables decorating my body from the chest down. I went down backwards, and the empty pot went flying. Grandma (and.