Then you came home.”“Jason? Barb?” I looked at my youngest. “Are you two OK?” They both looked shocked but nodded their heads. “David? You...”“I’m OK, Dad. A little shook up, between Mom and KJ fighting and all the stuff getting broken and Mr. Smith being dead. What happened to him?”“The cop I talked to said he committed suicide.”“So, you didn’t shoot him?”“No David. Is that what started all this?”“I guess. KJ was screaming about how Mom had killed both of you while she was breaking shit .... If this isn’t heaven I don’t know what is.This went on for a couple of minutes and then Jose pulled out and yelled “Switch!” Jose moved to his left and everyone followed suit. Everyone moved a spot to their left taking over the job of the person that was previously there. The man I was stroking off with my right hand moved over then stuck his cock down my throat. The man who was stroking my cock now moved to where I was jacking him off with my right hand. I was starting to get excited because. ‘What are you doing? Why are you pushing my legs apart? Oh my god!’ exclaimed the girl. With that, the cabbie stabbed her tongue into the pussy of one of the most beautiful girls in the world. The woman was an expert too. Angel reached down to push the woman’s head and mouth as tight as she could to her aching sex. But she needn’t have bothered. The woman had her arms tightly around the girl’s thighs and was ramming her face against the steaming pussy. The tongue was relentless. It sank deep. " Once again, she took off the southern accent perfectly, but when I recited Mister Hardacre's line to the best of my memory, I didn't try to do the accent myself. We kissed a little more, as per the movie, but gradually we got out of character, until we were just kissing each other's mouths for the pleasure it was giving us, holding each other close, kissing in a hot and sexual way, like lovers. We had a break for air, and Tina moved back towards the couch, and sat down, tossing the sunhat.