"I'll let you know when to quit," Ceras replied. My view as blocked, but I knew what Ceras's sweet, furry pussy looked like when she was aroused. The ...black hair around would be glistening and her clitoris would be swollen and peeking out.I looked over at Joe. Not surprisingly, he was stroking his own cock and enjoying the show.I couldn't see well enough to know how many fingers Ben had inserted into my wife's dripping pussy. Must have been just right, though, judging by the way Ceras was. “No, go ahead. I’m too tired right now to figure out what’s wrong,” she told me in a very tired voice. I held little Patrick and used my Mage senses to determine what had disturbed him. He was quite wet and uncomfortable. There was a station set up to change diapers there in the room, and I quickly had him changed. Once he was wrapped back up in his blanket, he was sound asleep again shortly. I returned him to Grace’s side, and was going to tell her to get some sleep as he would soon be hungry. It was a weekday afternoon in the fall, as grey and sticky as it can get. Fred was doing his final round of the shift for the day, standing erect (no pun intended) on one side of a slow-moving but noisy garbage truck while his partner Nick stood on the opposite side. They were hopping off and back on the truck as they collected and emptied big black garbage cans into the huge yawning mouth of the truck before it rode them back to the company’s lot to drop them off. Like on many weekday. "Where would be the fun in that," she shouted with a smirk."Taking a chance letting Rhea go out like that and expect her to be back in time," I told him but he just shrugged."I put an O.S. map in her hamper and circled where we are. And a compass," he said defensively. "How lost can she get?" Very," I muttered but Dad grabbed a set of keys from Pete and opened the oldest car – a fifteen year old faded blue saloon and Dad held the driver's door open gesturing for me to get in.I felt nervous; I.