“Yes, that’s exactly what I want,” Sharon said as she lightly spanked Tasha’s plump ass, watching it bounce and slap against her husband’s t...ighs. “Oh, mm, I’m going to cum,” Tasha cried out surprised that she had orgasmed so many times today that she lost count. “Oh fuck!” “Keep fucking him, he’s not done, my little slut,” Sharon said, spanking her ass. Tasha fell back in the bed, weak from her orgasm as Don knelt between her legs, holding her thick chocolate thighs apart as he entered her. Sullivan asked gently.“Umm ... would ... would it be okay if ... if Davey told you? I ... I would feel better if he spoke for now,” CC asked her while still crying silently; tears were streaming down her cheeks, her head leaning on my chest.“Okay, that’s perfectly fine, dear. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with. Tell me what you know please, David,” she smiled at me encouragingly.I told her everything that had happened, starting with the incident between the two assholes at Martin’s. “Sure,” I answered. I put my AC/DC shirt back on and went back inside. When I sat back down on the leather couch she came out to the living she came out with a tray that had on it a pitcher full of lemonade and two cups.“You must be thirsty. How about a glass of lemonade?” she asked.“Yes please. Thank you Mrs. Maiden”“O please, Joe” she said “I’ve known you for a while now, call me Jane.”“Haa… O.K, Mrs. Ma-Jane.”I sipped my lemonade. Jane scooted a little closer to me. She was now sitting so. In a flash, Sonya dived under the covers, next to me. I gave up, lying there on my left side, and I said, “Okay, but stay over on your side,” and just for a laugh, I added, “and no snoring.” “You ought to talk,” she smiled, “ Some nights I can hear you up in my room. Anybody’d think you were revving up a chainsaw in here.” “You’ve always got an answer, haven’t you,” said, flicking off the bedside light. “All depends on the question,” Sonya answered, still smiling, but giving no clue.