For not telling them the kits had arrived.They all wanted theirs done next.Grandma finally pulled rank. She asked a lot of questions, which was pretty... shrewd of her, in my opinion. She made me explain the whole process. She hadn’t read anything at the website with the rest of the women, because she said she was too old to “mess with computers”.When she was looking at my mother’s cast, which was on her lap. Her hand went inside it, to feel the part that would hold a pencil, on the real woman.“If. "She released me with the sweet little giggle that made me fall in love with her in the first place. I made a grand show of sweeping my freed fingers under my nose. They didn't just reek of pussy; they were sticky with the sauce.We chilled out the drive back, letting ourselves calm down. After all, we had the whole rest of the night ahead of us. In our nest, just the two of us, not out in some strange bar with a pair of psycho lesbians!Back home, the fridge was hardly empty, so we had a couple. "I'm just about done in the tub. I need you to help me with a few more things." It was torture helping my wife get ready to fuck another man. I had always passively accepted her sexual exploits but to be forced to help her get ready and book a date for her and her loved at romantic restaurant was immasculating. Shannon got out of the tub. I could see her incredible body. Her legs were long and her abdomen ripped, and although her tits were smallish they certainly suited her athletic body. What. They laughed when the paw print on my mound and they quickly pointed it out to gay boy.He gave me a snarky smile and said. “Leave the decorations to me honey.”Pink girl went into the bathroom with a small canvas bag, while Lady Barney checked me over and sniffed my arm pits and crotch. I guess to see if I showered or not. She gave me no indication if she was pleased or displeased with whatever odor she did or didn’t find.Gay boy was humming some show tune that I thought I recognized as ‘Hello.