I decide to go look for him, why, I am not sure, when I hear a voice state,"Hello, my name is Samuel and I will be your server this evening."Upon hear...ng the deep southern drawl I visibly jump in my chair, unbelieving what I am hearing and that fate could play such a cruel trick on me. I slowly turn to face him while he starts to mention the evening's specials, stopping mid-sentence when he sees my face. Eyes widen in shock and I notice his hands start to tremble,causing his order pad to shake. I did the only thing I could think of. I quickly reached in and pulledthe baby to my shoulder. The young one, dressed in the sleeping garb ofthe 1700's, laid his tiny head on my shoulder.I looked back into the living room; still no one moved. The young infantin my arms began to vigorously rub its face and nose against my robe. Iwasn't sure what to do next. If someone should enter the room theymight think I wanted to harm this little child.The child whimpered and I gently bounced him. I didn't. Lauren smiled. Scott joined the conversation. “Lauren and I have somewhat of an open relationship. Sometimes we like to have a third person join us in the bedroom… Would you be interested?”Jack sat there, dumbfounded. This dinner party had taken a change in direction very quickly. Although they had essentially just invited him for a threesome, he was too taken aback to gather his thoughts and answer right away. “Uh… well…” he stammered.“Why don’t you watch Scott and I make love tonight… just. Then, with a swift lunge, he shoved his jerking prick all the way inside Helen's tight, dry pussy.Wes began to plunge in deeply, all the while watching Helen's face for a sign of her returning consciousness. He was amazed at the difference in her pussy from the other times he'd fucked her. It was heating up like an oven and Helen's usually dry, lukewarm cunt began to gush steamy cream. She was hot and tight, and Wes couldn't remember her ever being this creamy. Perhaps it was a good thing that.