"Adel, I have no idea what you are talking about. Except for that filthy sex game you play, I have always done anything anyone has asked me to do. I c...n't understand why you are so upset. Furthermore, I don't plan to sit here and listen to you berate me so undeservedly."Martha started to stand up, but Adel pushed her back down before she could fully gain her feet. It was another thing that had never happened to Martha before. "Martha Jones, I know that you are not stupid, so I cannot understand. Because of you, your wife decided to fuck me and I am so grateful. After years of your cold shoulder she has opened herself up to me as is already exploring her long suppressed desires. You are a good man Si, thanks again mate!” I could hear him start to softly sob. Jenny tufted and I laughed. “Crying? Really? If you're so upset then why is your dick still hard?” I reached behind to grab his boner but he only had a semi now. He was covered in cum and he must have shot his load. “Oh, so that's. Are you going to masturbate when we get home?" I'd say so," he said, failing badly to cover himself with his hands, his face turning crimson."Oh, please do it now," Kelly begged him. "Do it for me so I can watch." You're crazy!" John said, his cock harder than ever."Oh, please," Kelly begged. "I'll let you watch me do it too. Please do it for me, John. If it's me that got you like that, let me see. I'll come tell you what happens on my date tonight when I get home if you do," Kelly. "Brendan, you've changed. It's good to see," Lisa said. Then she led us into the house, right at the vultures."Hey, where do you want these cookies, anyhow?" Lisa took them.Craig yelled, "Oh, mommy made cookies for Brendan to bring." No, actually, we made them," Sheila said. "He's very handy with a spatula." Half the room looked confused, but the other half cracked up. They'd probably seen "Stripes"!Lisa took our coats, and then looked at us. "Look at this. We bring them over so Stanford would.