That means she's in a funk." You shouldn't talk about people behind their back," said Polly smiling a little."I have to," said Fran airily. "Your back... is turned to us. What's wrong?" Nothing," said Polly. She didn't want to bring anything up with Becca sitting right there."You yell at me when I say that," said Fran.Polly turned to frown at her daughter. Raising a teenager was frightening sometimes."This is different." she said stubbornly."Oh, okay," said Fran. "Can we have a cookie?" No," said. “Fuck that!” she laughed. “I need to cum now!” And she quickly shoved her hand back to her wet sex.Just as quickly, I grabbed her arm, then slapped her tit again. Harder this time.“You’ve already cum like, ten times!” I reminded her. “It’s my turn!”And I slapped her tit again, in time with the bottom stroke of my cock in her ass. Her amazingly tight ass. I could get used to this, I thought.“You wouldn’t,” Mel gasped. “You wouldn’t *dare* slap my tit again!” Her eyes twinkled at me with lust and. Pat told Jack her husband had it built fourteen years ago with only the best of materials being used.Jack left the next morning at ten thirty. It had been a wonderful time. He and Pat had made love four times with each time being better than the last. At breakfast Pat said, “Jack I want to see more of you. I don’t mind coming to Scotland but I would love to see you every week.”Jack had really enjoyed being with Pat, he wanted to see her again. Jack replied, “Pat, let me get the funeral out of. My kids were having sex with each other, I was in shock. She said they could only do it twice a week, did she mean Friday and Saturday nights? I thought about that question and quite a few others all night long. I didn't sleep a wink and I got up at about 8:00. I went to the living room and continued to think. Jack came out around 10:00 and Candy didn't come out until 10:30, I guess they were really trying to cover their tracks. I didn't sense any sexual tension or anything like that either, so.