Wives? Yeah, really. That’s what I decided I have - go figure.The next morning, I called Paul Bunyan Remodeling to have walls removed to consolidate...the three bedrooms into one. I contacted Omar and ordered custom bed linens and enlisted his aid in finding someone who could quickly build us a giant bed to spec.Then I called the local Hilton and reserved their penthouse for the ten days estimated for completion of my various orders. That afternoon, we moved in.The penthouse was a pleasing. You aren’t wrong. I’ve known since I was a teenager that she liked to watch what went on down on the patio and in the pool from her window. As soon as I realized that I got a little more discreet and I made sure my friends did as well. My mother must have been a little disappointed.”Here she snickered.“In fact, we used to give her little treats now and then. Nothing too awful, just a bit of a view sometimes.”“I’m liking your mother more and more.”Alejandra turned serious.“Michael, watch. You see, my uncle hated my guts, he was a big man who was never too shy to find some way to hurt of humiliate me. Once i had actually had a friend(probably the only one during those years) and he made me stick my tongue in dog shit in front of her, needless to say that went around to the neighborhood kids in no time and spread like wildfire. It quickly ended any possibility of me having a functional relationship with any other children. My face was probably forced into at least 10 piles of. ”“Mmm, so do I,” Sam purred.Daddy groaned as we licked at him again. Our tongues danced around his cock. We fluttered our tongues, cleaning Sam’s ass off his dick. Our cheeks rubbed together. Lips brushed. We were almost kissing each other. It was so hot. My cunt clenched. Juices poured down my thighs. I whimpered, my nipples throbbing against my thighs.I loved the sounds Daddy made. We were making him feel incredible. Sam fisted his cock as we kissed and nuzzled on the spongy crown. I licked.