Something about Jack?But try as I could, nothing definitive came to me. Something about Jack and Janice? Had they talked about me? What was it??Damn."...amela?" Janice called out from the shower.I quickly put on some soft satin slippers and walked into the master bath. "Yes, Janice?" I asked."Go upstairs and wake up Jack, would you? I don't want him to be late for work. Thanks!"But when I went up to Jack's room, he was already up, and naked."Oh!" I said, turning away and blushing. "Sorry..." No,. We were having such a great time his idea sounded great. We went up to his room and he asked what I wanted. I said that I loved Ice Wine and knew he wouldn’t have it. My husband, being drunk and naughty, said, "The last time I bought Jen Ice Wine she gave me head in return." That was true and, as it turned out, the salesman had a bottle in his fridge. Oh boy, so now the salesman is laughing and asking, "Wow, do I get the same?" I looked to Erick to defend me but he just said, "Well, how bad do. His lovely daughter’s tits were so firm that it was as if they were trembling instead of bouncing.Now it was Becky’s turn to talk dirty. “Oh, Daddy… you’re fucking me so good… You like my teenage pussy, Daddy? Does… does your cock feel good inside of me?” She could tell it was having an effect, as he sped up his strokes. "Oh, baby, you feel so good around my cock! You’re going to make me cum so hard! Oh! I want to cum in your sweet pussy!” he said, starting to fuck her harder.“Oh! YES! Daddy! I. U. T. – stands for sexuality, loving, understanding, and tolerance. Those are pretty nice characteristics for someone to have in my book."Carrie puffed out her chest, thereby displaying her hard nipples through the thin material of her t-shirt, "I'm a slut too. God, less than a year ago I was a virgin. Now, ... oh dear, I've lost count of how many men I've fucked. Wait, I think I can remember them all. I think I'll write their names down later. I don't know some of their last names.