I started to rub my foot against his leg discreetly. I glanced at him to see if he noticed. Oh he noticed. He had a puzzled look on his face. No one s...id much during dinner that night. One reason was that the food was too good, and the other reason was that little did each of us know that we were all playing footsie with each other’s lover. I guess we were all enjoying each other’s company a little too much. When we finished dinner we retired to the living room. Younique and Tony sat down on. Becky loved to sit on her daddys lap in that chair when they watched movies, because she could always feel her daddys cock get stiff in his pants under her, and that felt really nice against her cunny. Richard stood in front of his chair, waited for his wife and daughter to kneel in front of him, and for Madison to get into a position affording a good view of the action. Then he let Marie unbutton and unzip his pants, letting them drop to the floor. She then looked to Becky, who with a smile. It felt somewhat invasive, but it was on the communal bookshelf. I carried it back to the couch and flipped it open, my eyes glancing from photo to photo.There was Hannah on the deck of a cruise ship, something colorful and presumably alcoholic in her hand, a book beside her, as she smiled at the camera. There she was dolled up at the casino, her black hair luscious and sleek, her dark brown eyes twinkling, her lips in burgundy lipstick that matched her dress perfectly. I wondered whether she. Your fiancée is bad, but quite clever.”And perhaps Alice was ahead of me again and giving Faye reassurance she needed about her place in our mismatched, swirling threesome? It all seemed very weird anyway - how I felt about sweet, innocent Faye, how I felt about electric, seventeen-year-old Alice, and what the future might hold now that we were basically moving into a family house together.“I didn’t know girls could get married. Two girls I mean.” Faye was still a little upset. She’d probably.