."Yes, and to put it bluntly, I imagine that top of that list is my fucking your wife," Bill said.Dave cleared his throat. "Well, now that you've put ...t so, uh... delicately. Yeah. I, uh ... I came over to talk about it. Oh, don't get me wrong. I didn't come here..." ... To ask me not to do it. But it was just..." Bill chuckled, "Hell, I don't know what to call it, maybe just good manners for us to sit down and chat like grown men — and Alphas."Dave took a gulp of the hot coffee, not the best. "I hope you're hungry tonight," she said, "because I made all kinds of special treats for you. Here's the first one!"Now Roberta pulled open the front of her gown, revealing her stocking-clad legs which she spread wide on the table. In my low chair I was gazing right up at the wet, pink lips of her shaved pussy.Protruding from between those lips was the end of a hot dog. Roberta's wicked giggle told me all I needed to know. "It's been basting in my hot cunt for quite a while now, kevy, so I'm. “Good. No regrets then? About last night I mean?”“Sis, I’m sixteen and living the dream. I mean, Candy is...” I was at a loss for words.She arched an eyebrow in my direction and said: “And this morning?”“Yeah,” I said sounding as guilty as I felt. “I saw your...”“Oh, you noticed! How cavalier of you,” she said with a big smile.“Well that T-shirt went up like that shade in Mom’s foyer,” I said, mentioning a defective shade that had a mind of its own, or so it seemed as it had a habit of suddenly. Even the wheels were gold-tinted."Sweet! Let's roll!" Jack called out, stepping forward, deciding that he didn't care what was happening, but he was definitely going to take advantage of it.There was an odd smile on Ben's face. "Wait!", he said, raising the remote."What?" Jack asked, as Ben pointed the remote his way and turned his head. Chirp. Jack frowned, puzzled, as brown hair fell just past his shoulders. He glanced up to see a strangled look on his friend's face. Ben squeezed the button.