The shower in our en-suite running... I get halfway through thinking "...who the fuck is in our bathroom?" when the events of the past few hours flood... my memory like a vivid dream. Nothing more is said as I am undressed by you both, giggling with each other, fuelled by Champagne and lust, kneeling in front of me, trying to decide between you who will taste me first...A compromise is made as the tip of my straining cock disappears between your kiss. The sensation of having two mouths, two. ”“Very true,” Bethany said. “And I think Karin is going to see a very different person than she saw in Sweden, and a very different person than Birgit ever saw. And that may well change her mind about Steve.”The phone rang, and I jumped to answer it. It was Kara, as I expected.“It didn’t go very well, I don’t think,” she said. “In fact, it might be worse.”“Worse? How the heck can it be worse? You’re not pregnant, are you?” I asked nervously.“No!” Heaven forbid! I want your babies, but not yet!. " As she tried to get back into that slightly aroused state she looked at her son's upper body, letting her eyes travel across his well muscled chest, and somehow that helped her get into the mood. "Good, now get into the cat position." Gwen was a little surprised that her son knew the name of yoga poses, but promptly got onto her hands and knees and bent her back upwards like a hissing cat. Thomas took more pictures from the side and back. "Now, go to the cow position." Gwen smiled as she. Dave’s garage and carport became unusable for cars as box after box of other things needed for the large crowd arrived: paper goods, linens, racks of glassware and dishes, booze, wine, beer, and everything else one could think of that was nonperishable. Two large temporary refrigerators were installed.A huge tent was erected nearby ‘just in case’ the usual Sarasota weather was uncooperative that day.Meanwhile at work, Dave and Donna Klaubert, Derek Wilson’s PA, were spending time together each.