"You said you didn't speak Gaelic!" Katie said in protest."How long have you been listening to us?" Margie asked in fear."I don't speak Gaelic, and I ...ave no idea how I understood what the two of you were just saying, or how I asked that question in Gaelic." Oh dear, this is much worse than I ever suspected," Katie said, again. "Please just help us up to the house, and give us some time to regain our senses. Then I'll try to explain everything," Katie told me, as we neared the house."All. Meanwhile, my dad shook hands with my uncle.“Where you been all these years, broski?” Uncle Andrew said to him.My dad laughed. I rolled my eyes. Their generation was using language of my generation? I knew we were in a new age after that.“And here’s my beautiful niece!” said Aunt Bertha. I grinned as I gave her a hug. “Oh Jeanne, you’re so different from when I last saw you!”Well duh! It’s been six years! I hastily changed the subject to the only thing I could think of.“Where’s. .. well i can tell you, she loves sucking this cock! Becca: *I deepthroat your cock, raising my hips so they can see my white booty as I spank it with both hands gripping the cheeks*Josh: yea look at that, sucking a BBC with no hands! taking it deep into her throat while she spanks herself! mmmmm fine little slut!Becca: *I gag on your cock as I reach the base, most of it down my throat*Josh: yea deep throat that cock baby! good slutBecca: *I look up at you with lust filled eyes as I choke on. The two pals often discussed the problems they had with their husbands. They were both in the same boat, with seven-year marriages that had gone stale. Both women were starved for some loving.Joan's unhappy thoughts were interrupted when she heard voices from next door. She recognized the voice of Don Andrews, Vicky's husband, but there was a female voice, too, that she couldn't quite place.Curious, Joan strolled over to the knothole in the fence. Maybe she was being nosy, but she wanted to.