As far as he was concerned, Lynn was his sister-in-law.“Sure thing, Auntie Ashley and Auntie Caitlyn! Every girl should have spinster aunties.”“...Oh, you’re going to pay for that, Danny-Boy,” Lynn promised. “Let’s saddle up!”Trudy was with Helen when they entered the room, and in her arm rested little Larissa. Danny might as well not have come at all since the four females’ focus was on the cloth bundle with the red face peeking out. He watched quietly from a few feet away as Ashley and Lynn. This actually made it easier to keep the cock in my throat as I think the passage was straight. I felt my pants slide down and expose my ass, quickly followed by a lubricated finger inserting into my ass hole. That actually felt pretty good. The cock on my mouth demanded more attention as it’s owner started thrusting with his hips. Now I could taste pre-cum as he pulled out to the point where only the head of his cock was inside my mouth. I greedily slobbered over his cock wishing it was my own. Susan had less spots, and no red ones. Characters came beside each of the pictures, tabulating information about each of us. The data scrolled for a moment or two, and stopped. The pictures stayed on the screen, as Kitten opened her eyes. I moved closer, taking Susan with me, as I helped Kitten up."Thank you, my husband."I was a little shocked by the term. I had just asked Susan to marry me, and I did not know how to take Kitten's statement, even though I had referred to her as 'wife'. I looked. ^=The flicker of overhead lights singled an end of recess. The Society's meeting was reconvening.Alice and I took our seats on opposite sides of Sheila. Madame Moderator never bothered to look up. She was the image of intense concentration as she hurriedly flipped the pages of a speckled black composition notebook. Sheila paused for a moment to read the page, smiled, and using a pencil as a bookmark, closed the journal.I did a double take when I noticed the hand-lettered title of the journal:.