They rearranged themselves into doggy style with Brett still showing off behind her and me laying on the ground. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them...off, but hesitated at pulling off my underwear as I had never showed a girl my hard on. My high school sport was swimming. I wore speedo style briefs that year. June had only ever seen Brett in his tightly whiteys and approved. My hard on had lifted the edges of the underwear up so she just slid her hand underneath started to rub. She had done. Groggily, I reach over and attempt to smash it through the night stand to silence it for a few more winks. Fortunately for it though, my wife has other plans. Up at the slightest noise, she bounds over me, like an Olympic hurdler, hell bent for gold. Crap! No snooze button today. "Noah? Are you planning on sleeping in all day?" Jody politely asks as she legs into her jeans. "Yep" I reply. Then, in a brilliant stroke of loving cruelty, Jody casually leans over me, caresses my cheek with the back. .. , " I mused."No bet," giggled Gillian, "I wouldn't have put it past her."We did some more wandering after lunch before catching a return train and hence off to pick up the girls.Back home Emma came down when she heard us arrive looking a little tired, but told us she'd slept well. I began preparations for the family's dinner whilst the girls went upstairs to tackle their school work and Gillian and Emma chatted in the living room. Once dinner was on the go I popped onto the home PC and. Trish had Jake thinking about how to lure the Tremonts out of Chicago because of a casual comment she had made. Jake had been wondering aloud why the Tremonts used the teens for servants when they could afford to hire much more skilled and efficient help. Trish said that often the very wealthy were skinflints in a lot of ways. Many felt that everyone was trying to take advantage of them because they were rich. After several episodes proved those suspicions, a lot became tightwads. That little.