What was going on in the Joyce family didn’t involve Art Jones so I decided to spend the day in Suzanne’s bedroom. I managed to open a bottle of b...eer. It was one of those challenges where the rewards are worth the effort. Suzanne had a complete entertainment center so I spent the rest of the day with my feet up watching TV. I managed another beer and some peanuts I’d found and then I was making Z’s. The next thing I knew Suzanne’s was shaking me awake. ‘Arty, come on we need to talk.’ It took. Let it work ... now blow it out. Push that tension out with it.”This was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard in her life, but, as she pursed her lips, and blew through them, she did feel better ... more relaxed. His arms grew less like iron. He was letting her go. He stepped back.“Your breasts feel good,” he said. “I like your breasts.” He smiled, like he’d only said, “I like that shirt.”Amanda didn’t know what to make of him. What man just came right out and said, “Nice breasts, Amanda. I. Xiomara rushed drinking glasses to everyone. She floated, her skirt swishing around her knees, her hair hopping off her shoulders with her steps. Red and amber juices were set before everyone. I could smell apricot.Kia had been doling out small plates of fruit: pineapple rings and strawberries. She had put down the final plate in front of Pat and turned to Suzi who had picked her perch on the counter by the sink. Kia grabbed one last table setting and laid it out between hers and Xiomara’s,. "It feels so good," Arlene murmured. "It's moving around in me, inside my pussy, Eric. Another prick in my pussy, not yours. And I love it, love it. See how I'm fucking him, Eric, watch how I raise my legs and wrap them around him, so I can pull his lovely cock as deep as possible. You always liked my long legs around you, Eric." And Travis gasped, "N-not too much, mom. I can't take it; you're burning up inside, and your cunt is like wet fire." .