Dunham replied.Patricia and Roberta were told to flip a coin. Patricia won the toss so she was allowed to choose how she would put the second condom o...n me. She picked the modified blowjob method and when she was done, she made a face and told me that she would never be putting a condom on me like that again.Roberta had no trouble putting a condom on Patrick's cock. She then started stroking him with her hand firmly around his cock on the downward motion and lightly caressing it on the upstroke.. But that’s my dad’s problem, so to speak. She has her manic episodes around me, and I guess my sister does, too.”“That’s an interesting insight. Did she have them around anyone else?”“My mom? Not that I can recall. They were all around me. I think the same was true for my sister.”“And they have their depressive episodes when you aren’t around.”“Am I the cause?” I asked.“Maybe ‘trigger’ is a better word. The cause is whatever’s wrong with them. Stress just triggers it.”“I suppose I see the. Could she induce Pete to share it with her?”Without waiting for a reply, Pat and I entered our bedroom and put a shoe against the door to make sure it stayed open. As Pat had said, this was to be a rampant lust-filled fuck. We just grabbed each other and fell onto the bed. We had been so aroused by the discussions and fondling in the living room that we coupled effortlessly. Pat rolled me onto my back and rode me like a woman possessed. Very soon, Pat reached her orgasm and came loud and long.. Janet sighed as she realized, with the way Tony was drinking, she wasn’t getting laid again tonight“Mrs. Biggs, where do you keep your trash can? Under the sink?”Janet jumped as her thoughts of whether to use her dildo or shower massage tonight were interrupted by Kevin, the 18 year old son of her best friend, Carla. He was home from college and had joined his parents for the party. This was usually her alone in the house, away from people, part of the festivities. “There’s a big trash can in.