A short while later, I received a reply which simply said "Ok". At nine sharp I knocked on the door and was greeted by my s*s-in-law who immediately s...tepped back as I strolled in to the house. I turned to her as she just looked up at me with a small smile and gently placing my hands on the sides of her face gave her a long, and passionate kiss. She seemed to just melt in my arms and kissed me back with equal passion. Our lips exploring each other, then our tongues, eliciting a soft moan under. .geez was she pleasingly tight...she had me encircled more surely than a ring barked tree...Rachel’s arsehole was a crimped flesh cocoon of total pleasure...my cock wrapped in her butt crack....swathed in bum hole delight...sheathed like a pecker needs to be on a Saturday ...or any day for that matter...enveloped in man happiness...God I loved indoor soccer.The blissful sequence building for two in her charming back door...a pair of butt lovers and Rachel’s rear indentation was a crack to. “Yes. I know you only eat it on special occasions but seeing that you faced death...” Aron explained with a small chuckle. “Really, baby, you know how much you love lasagna. Just come home.”Lasagna? Okay, he could live with that. And he could feel his mouth water just at the sound of that. What if Aron sucked at cooking or it was some kind of lasagna only fashion victims ate? It didn’t matter at this point. If Aron was cooking, he was going to make the effort to eat it. And say that it was. I walked home wearing my short plaid skirt, white blouse, knee high socks and two inch heels, with no underwear. I arrived home, but before I got inside I heard some voices around back, so I decided to go check it out. As I made my way around, I noticed my stepmom, who was actually only 22, in her smallest red bikini, hanging out with four seriously hunky guys, who were all only in shorts. As I got closer I said, “Hi Mom, what's going on?” She looked surprised as she returned my greeting..