"She didn't dump me," Ben replied defensively, punching the Mountain Dew button. "We're just... taking a break." There was an odd buzzing sound, as th...e button flickered for a second, the word bonus appearing, although unnoticed by either of them; then the bottle fell."Right. That's good," Jack said sarcastically as Ben took a quick swig from the bottle."I can't believe you actually lock this thing, man," Jack said. The vehicle was old, worn, and only marginally 'running', so Jack had a point,. ”“Mandy, this is your chance. Ben, I’ll steer. Mandy, you and Ben. Right here.”“Bossy little thing,” she laughed.“Do I get a say?”“NO!” we replied in chorus.“Pull your pants off, baby,” Mandy said. He complied. Commando. His dick, my favorite toy, popped free at a jaunty angle. He sat at one end of the settee. Mandy knelt at the other, facing him. She kissed him. Hot. It IS hot watching them make love.Her hand stroked him a couple of times. I saw a glob of juice come out of the end of his dick.. Lady B explored me most assiduously before locating the fruit and lingered more than the game demanded to enjoy her discovery. Indeed she seemed to continue searching for another orange! When at last she stood, her face close to mine, she spoke in a low, husky tone. ‘I have plucked your fruit, Madeleine,’ and she lifted it to touch it gently to my lips. The game was declared such a success that it was played again and as the merriment developed so too did the inventiveness of those concealing. My wife’s face was frowning, though her eyes said laughter. The rest of her expression was trying to hold onto some sort of stern disapproval. It didn’t take much to see why. Liz had attempted to put make up on. Liz is eleven (and a half), and apparently never attempted to apply make-up before. She looked like some sort of clown-hooker. Red lipstick was caked on and mostly in the lines. Blush was painted in like she was auditioning for the part of a French madam in a burlesque show. Eyeliner.