“Don’t make it sound as if it was just me.” She shot me a look. “Tony told me that he’d already shown the video to you and you left with a h...ard-on afterwards.”I wasn’t ready to let the discussion end without finding out more about today’s shopping trip.” “So, after you and Tony bought furniture, what did you two do afterwards?”“You mean did I fuck him behind your back?” She charged ahead. “What do you think I am?”I was a little surprised at her outburst and realized that I had to back off. “No,. " And that you and Mr. Tanner would, kind of, well sort of 'pretend' we were your dinner dates. Me with Mr. Tanner; and you, Daddy with Andrea. It would be just for fun. Please?"Alex looked at me and shrugged. "I guess it can't hurt. We gotta eat, right?" We were also wondering, Daddy." Yes," said Carbone, mildly stern."If you and Mr. Tanner would order some flowers for us, like for real girlfriends."I couldn't help noticing her pretty bare feet with pink nail polish and the cute way she kept. Are you angry to find out that Jamie and I fucked? Please don't be, please........"I moved up till my head was above hers. "It's ok Mum, after all it was me that brought Jamie here to fuck you in the first place." I lowered my head and began to kiss her. Letting her taste her juices and Jamie's spunk in my mouth. She reached down and placed my hard cock against her orifice and it entered her already cum filled, sticky cunt. I only lasted a few minutes before adding my spunk. Mum hadn't cum at. He grabbed a wooden spoon off the steam table and hungrily slurped the broth, dribbling it through his scraggly beard back into the vat."Puissard, you old scoundrel! Get out, before Jacques catches you!" Oh, shut-up, woman!" growled the disheveled bum to the scullery maid who grabbed the spoon from his hand and shoved him towards the back door. He stretched his tongue out at her and departed, grabbing a bulb of shallots as he left.In the dining room, Jacques Mirabeau, Maestro and premier chef.