The worst of their worries were usually related to which of the children were fighting at any given time. Those 'wars' were ones filled with words and... tantrums, not bullets.She pulled out plates from a cabinet and loaded them with toast, jam, butter, and strips of a rough-cut meat that looked like ham but smelled like bacon. Tamara spotted a platter holding oranges, put several in her purse, and returned to the room where her children waited restlessly, handing each a plate of food."Eat. I know. I'll bet you can think up even nastier things too." I'll try," Mike said."Speaking of nasty things, I think we need a shower," Rita declared. "Want to join me?" Sure," Mike said, and while the warm water ran out by the end because they took their time scrubbing each other's special places it was fun.Drying was just as enjoyable, and after Mike dried Rita off thoroughly, even getting under her breasts as she lifted them for him, he got the same treatment."This big boy," Rita said after kneeling. One bead on the latex probe popped in and out and the extreme heat was back. Maryann felt it as a gigantic rush that spread in every direction from her pelvis. It wasn't the explosion of her previous climax it was just a very very hot wave that enveloped and consumed her.Beth felt her partner tense and when she felt the release her own pussy gave a wonderful little chirp. It couldn't really be called an orgasm but it had a very satisfying feel to it nevertheless. Slowly she extracted the toy. Clives hands were on my face, feeling the fullness of my lips, the softness of my skin, the way my top lip juts out cutely. John had my hair in his hand, and was touching my neck with his fingertips. No words spoken. They raised my dress over my head so that I was sat there between them wearing just a pair of black knee high boots, I felt incredibly sexy under their gazes. Clive took one hand and John the other, and they led me upstairs to my bedroom. Laying me on my king size bed they both.