"Come inside with me and see what you'd like to drink from my fridge."He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and they walked into the kitchen. "You c...n see the River from that window." Jules pointed as she opened the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade for herself.When AJ asked if he could do anything, Jules sent him outside to set the table while she finished off the chicken and put everything on a tray to take outside. They sat under the awning that covered her deck, sipped lemonade. Pop put on the barbecue and made supper. He was polite to everybody and trying his hardest not to frighten the young boy. The munchkins went back to being ladies but young ones. Paul seemed to be comfortable now.Instead of sex games we played board games. Betts and I hammed it up and then so did the young ones. It was more natural for them. Pop felt obliged to act like he was mortally wounded every time he was trounced. Paul felt good enough to act the same when he was attacked. Mom protected. Cindy held him tightly, her fingers raking his hair and her breath hot against his ear. She was drifting into a wondrous climax, a nowhere land of sex, love and lust. He could feel her body tense and then relax as her enjoyment came in little waves. He held her head, supporting her as he drove harder and faster, pounding her with every drop of his ego and inflamed desire. Her body was becoming a cradle of pre-orgasm, her belly rippling and her pussy a mass of tingles. She could feel the spasms. You probably even remember that I, Emil Silwergran, a self-employed accountant with two female employees. I was sentenced to three months in jail for hitting the crap out of my wife's boss at a bowling hall after his bragging about seducing and fucking my wife Pernilla. She was usually called Nilla and it had occurred during a conference trip. She accused him of rape after he had got her too drunk to been able to resist or remember his doings. Of course, nobody knows for sure, but my bet is.