The twins nodded the heads in agreement. "You want me to make pork chips, sweet potatoes and crème brûlée?" The twins nodded their heads yes vigoro...usly. "I'll talk to Mom-Mom and see if it's OK."The boys forced me to show them the 'Taste of the Town' segment a third time before dinner. Mom rescued me with the call to dinner before I was forced to watch it a fourth time. Liz and I got the little kids ready for dinner while Mom and Dad got the table set and the food out. Hunter fussed about being. All I could do was moan.The lead was mine. The lead was mine. But the sexual lead was now totally Chalmers. He was directing my orgasm release to coincide with his.But, oh fuck oh no, I register in my blissful state. His finger shooting up my arsehole for added pleasure. Orrgh, it feels good. One little finger doing so much good , an added dimension of delight accompanying his thick pecker work in my saturated squelchy pussy box.Then I felt too damn good and safe as he eased into my arse. My. Mrs. Snyder was a real doll.She looked just like the teenaged girl that answered the door only old enough to be obviously her mother. I found out that the daughter's name was Leslie and that she was studying hard to get into Princeton University the next term. The mom's name was Gloria and she really did look glorious in a tight-fitting number that accentuated her perfectly curved ass cheeks and started my business to instant activation like a trigger I could not control. Of course, the mother. ”He practically runs into the bathroom but I hear him struggle so I walk to the door and ask, “Do you need any help?”Bernie complains, “Ben, my hands aren’t working right - I can’t unbutton my pants.”I open the door, unbutton his pants and then leave. I’m thankful for leaving because if the sounds are any indication, he dropped a real deuce in the crapper.Bernie practically begs, “I’m done can you help me again?”I reply, “Flush the crapper first and then use the air freshener.”I hear the toilet.