The kitchen was finished shortly after seven. True to the picture I had flashed her, Mary walked arm in arm with two of them, as we went to the car. A...l through dinner she was very much alive, and when we were about to leave she asked them: "If I buy a couple of bottles of wine here, would you like us all to go back to the flat to celebrate with a glass or two?"The oldest said a lot in French, so fast that I could not understand what he said. Mary translated: "He said we should not buy wine.. . or as I am right now." That's not fair," I objected. "I don't know you at all. I've known you for what, maybe fifteen minutes?" You're dodging the question Bob," she scolded. "You're either attracted to me, or not. If not, then there's nothing to talk about. If you are, though, then the obvious question is why? Didn't you ask me what attracted me to Kent? That seems to be important to you. Why wouldn't it be important if you were attracted to me?" I think we're getting off base here," I. “Honey, it doesn’t matter,” she stated cheerfully. “He’ll have plenty of alcohol there. Besides, he told us not to bring anything but our suits.”I was surprised to smell her wonderful perfume as I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck. “You’re wearing perfume,” I stated. She usually only wore it when we were going out.“Um, yeah, I wanted to smell good for you. Now leave me alone so I can finish this code.” She through me sort of a little air kiss out of the corner of her mouth and went. The tentacles in her and her mother’s behinds shot forward in one more gigantic thrust, and pushed their way out their mouths. The tips waved in front of them obscenely, both gasping in surprise and pleasure, licking at them as best they could before the tentacles did their duty. The ones in the girl’s mouth forced her head down and pushed right into her mother’s kitty, thrusting in and out right along side Daddy. The ones in the mother’s mouth leapt up and into both her daughter’s and my.