„Hallo ?“„Hallo Vanessa! Hier ist Christina! Christina Bertram.“„Oh ! Hallo Christina! Wie schön, daß du einmal anrufst. Wir haben uns sch...n seit der Trauerfeier für meinen Mann nicht mehr unterhalten.“„Ich wollte mich auch noch einmal ganz herzlich für das spezielle Arrangement während der Trauerfeier bei dir bedanken. Es war wirklich sehr intensiv…“Frau Bertram kicherte ins Telefon.„Es freut mich sehr, daß es dir gefallen hat. Ich bin sicher, mein verstorbener Mann hätte auch seinen Spass. As she walked toward Rachel and I the tension built."Allan your parents are coming for a visit. What will we tell them?"Rachel spoke almost immediately. "Tell them the truth."Both of us were shocked, neither of us believed that my parents would approve of me sleeping with Rachel, much less me fathering her child. Nor would they approve of me living with both women. And I was sure they would not approve of me fathering children with each of them.She continued. "You are my man, and now you are. . Everywhere!”“You are my arse slave you perv!” She joked as she began to use my cock in long strokes, her tits heaving and nipples pushing under her t-shirt.“I am, I am!” I managed as she pleased herself. Over her shoulder Harrison stood in the doorway in his boxer shorts watching his girlfriend fuck me.“Jesus! Anyone could see!” he said and closed the curtains across the balcony windows. Polly bobbed her beautiful butt on my lap and turned to him.“I got a bit carried away baby.” She said to. Did I have fairy wings and pointed ears I couldn't see?Once we finally got seated and were waiting for the menu, Agnes leanedinto me conspiratorially and confided she was: "... finding all thiscloak and dagger stuff quite exciting." As she saw it, she was a fat oldwoman who had never really left Dunwich. A town which in her opinion wasa great place to bring up children, but was so boring, with everydaybeing exactly the same as the last, it could easily have been theinspiration for Ground Hog.