“Hell, there is a pretty good chance of a threesome with Morgan and me in your future, possibly more than that. I doubt that Hank will get too jealo...us about that. They’ve already approved one for Leroy, me, and her, right, guys? I won’t treat you worse than your own brother, though I’d love to have the other kind of threesome with both of you some time,” Jill rambled a bit.“Jill, honey, I get your point. I wasn’t gonna agree to fidelity, anyway. That was off the table. That’s been off the table. "Guess we'll make a porno then!" James said, laughing. "You boys better put on a show, then" Vicky said, the camera still on her, "stick your dick back in my mouth, James". She said it in a corny, over-the-top voice that was a bad impersonation of what you might hear in a low-budget porn movie.James quickly got back on the bed and thrust his dick deep in her mouth, pressing her head back against the headboard as Tom went down on Vicky again, his heart beating faster now that he knew he was. The tight white shirt made her breasts very prominent and the tight black trousers perfectly hugged her toned bottom. “Turkey and Ham, Salmon, Roast Beef or Vegetarian?” she inquired of me, bringing me out of my momentary trance. “What would you recommend my dear?” I replied smiling cheekily at her, I looked at her beautiful face as she scanned the options. “I’d go for the salmon.” “Salmon it is then,” I said. She looked up and smiled at me, I noticed she was looking me up and down in my suit,. Dad knew it too and it was when I was nine that I realized just how good she was and why we both loved that woman till the day she died. Once in awhile, usually on winter Saturday evenings Dad would announce that the whole family was going to the Pontiac Hotel for Sunday dinner, which we’d then await with breathless anticipation. At the appointed hour, usually around six on Sunday, dressed in our best we’d start our cold car to dine at the grand old hotel. The Pontiac Hotel harkened back to.