Then she felt a third hand land on the cheeks of her bottom. The hand began caressing her behind, the palm circling round and round, but with the circ...es getting smaller and smaller. She felt alarmed; her vagina was never going to accommodate three men. But he seemed to think it would, because his fingertip was soon paddling through the wetness around her slit, seeking entrance.The man had other ideas. He was not about to compete for room in her pussy with three other fingers. Instead she felt. “When Marcus and Tammy taste these I’m doomed. You know you have to teach me how to make these.” Marcus and Tammy were her seven year old son and five year old daughter. They were great kids, polite and respectful well beyond the norm.Chloe agreed. “I’m going to hide these, and give them out one at a time to hubby and Junior, if they behave. One taste and I’m sure I’ll have the best behaved kid and husband in the universe. We’re going to have to watch you like a hawk, Jenny, if your looks. .shit!" he gasped as I pulled away swishing my skirt back downin embarrassment. The sound of swishing nylon and the sound of the silkyrayon material of the dress zipping over the petticoats filled the roomas they rustled. "You're, you're wearing it all!" he gasped inamazement."I...I'm sorry. Look, I...I'll just get packed, I'll get out tonight, itwon't be a problem!" I gasped as I clicked backwards towards the basementdoor but it was too late now. "You're not going anywhere. I still have. "Then I could come over and swing!" What if I built a swing set at your house?" asked Bob, smiling."Yes!" yelled Curtis, bouncing some more. "A big one! With a slide!" We'll see," said Bob. "No promises. Your mother might not want a swing set in the back yard." Then put it in the front yard," said Curtis, quite seriously."I'll talk to her about it," said Bob. "But this is a secret between you and me, okay? You can't pester her about it. Let me take care of it, okay?" Sure," said Curtis. "Let's.