I whisper into her ear.“Do you know what they are going to do to you?”She quivers and starts shaking as the guys start gathering around the bed, t...hey start going down on her pussy taking turns licking and fingering her tight cunt. My husband is the last one to get his turn; he kneels in front of her, he spreads her pussy lips with one hand and starts pulling and jerking her clit with his thumb and fore finger, he starts sucking on her like a hoover vacuum. “My husband is eating you” I whisper. Butwhile everyone was still feeling happy about this, one person had founda reason to be unhappy."Why have they got to do this?" sighed Robert, his voice containing abit of anger too."What's up mate?" asked Michael."My mom and dad don't want to see each other again," he sighed. "I wishthey would change their minds!" Have you asked them to change their minds?" asked Michael."My sister has, but they don't want to listen," he sobbed.Later that week, Robert came with the news that said it all."My. ’ Robert frowned. Something about this conversation seemed very odd to him. ‘Something about this conversation seems very odd to me,’ he said, and then he blinked. ‘I don’t know why I just said that. I mean, it’s true, but the exact way I said it, it feels… artificial? As though they weren’t really my words at all, but ones that someone else picked for me? So strange…’ Robert swallowed half his wine at once, feeling selfconscious. Charlotte smiled without showing her teeth. ‘I’m sure it’s. “And build up your strength with this. Would you like tea, or coffee? Orange juice?”Carole picked up her knife and fork. “This morning? Coffee, I think.”Outside, the remains of the snow from the confrontation were being buried as a more natural snowfall began. By the time Carole was finished with her breakfast and everyone was washed and dressed for the day, it was late morning and snowing in earnest; there were several inches lying on the ground.Harry had disappeared into the lounge to work.