"How do we do this?" Laughed Sara and Tina lifted her short skirt revealing her shaved snatch and no panties. The girls all started to laugh. Marty an...d I just stood there looking at each other. So Jill took two clipboards out of her desk and them Marty and I. Then she told the girls to hike up their skirts and lean back against the desk. Marty and I would judge each woman-or pussy-on smell, appearence and presentation, taste, feel and texture, wetness and tightness. So the four women lined. I moaned. "Omelets?"She nodded, smiling. "Wanna set the table?" Sure."All through breakfast I stole glances at her, her breasts, her soft, full lips, her short but natural nails, currently covered in a vivid red. She really was lovely to look at.When we were finished I offered to clean up. She pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Thank you, baby." Welcome, Mamma. Thank you for breakfast." Sure. Gonna go brush. Come find me when you're finished?"I found her curled up on the sofa, a book in her lap.. " Then she turned around and bent atthe waist, with her legs spread apart so I could fuckher love hole doggie style. It was at this time that we both noticed a black,homeless man, lying across from us in another areawaypassed out with an empty bottle of cheap wine layingnearby. My wife grabbed for her dress, but I stoppedher. I told her it will be exciting knowing he is thereand could wake up any minute. She agreed and resumedthe position. I entered her gash from the rear andfucked her with. Nodding as she walked out the door, I woofed the five plates of food in record time, hardly appeasing the pain I was feeling or the growing hunger. A minute later another older waitress came in, this one seemingly dissatisfied, mean, ill-tempered.I looked over the menu again trying to decide on what else to get, finally ready I started to order. The older waitress with her grey hair, wrinkled skin, age spot marked face threw me looks of suspicion. How was I going to pay for all of this, she.