"Oh i'm sorry Joe, didn't see you there!" she giggled naughtily as she continued to scrub my car.So seeing how she clearly wanted to play, I joined in..., scrubbing like a madman, and making sure I splashed and sprayed her at every opportunity."Are you washing the car or trying to get me wet?" she eventually cried now almost dripping wet from head to toe."A little of both" I replied with a grin.So Faith plunged the sponge into the bucket and then threw it at me, but fortunately it missed and flew. " Like Mike used to say.Gracie gave him a drink and dragged me into the bathroom. "Well? How we gonna play this?" She asked excitedly."He's not really into me. I should just leave you to it." No. No, no. No, I don't want to fuck him on my own. I coulda done that months ago. I only wanna fuck him if we do it together." He doesn't even like me. He hates me. He just gave me the 'fuck off' look." No, he'd rather fuck you but he's doin' that to make me feel better, that's all. He'll be all over. Soon he set up a rhythm of hard, fast deep fucking and rubbing along all her sensitive spots with each thrust only to stop and switch to slow gentle but still deep thrusts. Her moans of pleasure filled his ears with joy and list. Here was the woman for him. Here was the future Mrs Claus. Both parties built towards their orgasms together, their eyes locked on each other and all knowledge of the world lost to them as their universe shrunk to encompass just the two of them.Each of his thrusts. “Do you want to tell them or should I?”“I’ll tell them,” she replied. “I’m pregnant, Walter.”“I thought just last week you said that was impossible.”“It appears,” I added, “that she was misinformed.”“Well, congratulations ... I hope congratulations are in order.”“Oh, they are,” Andrea replied. “This is something I wanted.”“Me, too,” I said. “It just happened earlier than we planned.”“I’m going to get a couple beers,” Walter announced. “Annette?”“Oh, something light. What was that one we had the.