I follow him into the kitchen. we have both got our hard cock out and as he makes the drinks I rub my wet helmet against his cock and balls. he makes ...3 drinks, strange I think, until he tells me his wife joy is due home soon. I begin to put my cock back in my panties but he tells me to leave it on show. 2 minutes later she arrives home, comes into the kitchen where me and roger are talking with our cocks out. 'what's going on here?' she says. before we can answer she walks up to us and kisses. All we could do was hold her while she cried. Michelle picked up on the atmosphere and started crying, too, which was the first time Mom actually realized she was there. Mom had never seen her granddaughter, and I think Michelle might have saved Mom’s sanity, because she went into Grandma mode and got a grip.We knew we had to be there for Mom at Christmas, and planned to stay until after the new year.Oddly, there was nothing to do, concerning his death. As I said, wife number one claimed the. Besides that the slave didn’t know anything about how to “pick” a woman up, flirt with a woman, or how to tell if a woman might swing “that way”. The slave’s past experience had always been that if it spotted a woman who looked “butch” that there was always or at least most of the time a good chance that they might be gay or bisexual at least but it didn’t want a woman like that. If nothing else it did know that much about what it was looking for. It wanted to find a woman who looked. She’d changed into a flowing black silk robe. “I’m glad you tried him out,” she said to Carole. “How did he do?” She laid her hand on my shoulder as if to assure me that I was more than simply a new appliance being given a test run. “Perfect,” Carole said. “He’s a natural. I almost feel like we should keep him to ourselves and not share.” “I’m glad to hear it,” she said. She squeezed my shoulder and then sat down on the couch. Carole got up, rewrapped her skirt and ran her fingers through her.