”“That’s real nice,” Jack said. “I know what you mean. I haven’t washed clothes, cleaned the house, or cooked once since they started this... commune. I do a bit more yard work and repairs, but I don’t mind doing that.”“Your turn to cook will come,” Rich said with a smile.Frau Shultz entered the garage. Seeing Jack, she said, “Guten Abend.”“Guten Abend, Frau Shultz. Wie geht es Ihnen?” Jack asked.“Mir geht es gut. Wie geht es Ihnen?” Frau Shultz replied with a big grin. Jack didn’t know much. Ich gab mir Mühe ihren G-Punkt mit meinen Fingerspitzen zu massieren. Zwei Finger bewegten sich auf und ab, tief in ihrer Scham, wie kleine Motorkolben und Muriel wurde immer feuchter. Es dauerte nicht lange bevor sie kam, sie presste ihre Beine fest zusammen und umschloss meine Hand. Ich konnte deutlich spüren wie eine Welle der Lust durch sie fuhr, ihre Beckenmuskulatur sich verkrampfte und ihre Muschi noch nasser wurde. Sie hatte die ganze Zeit weder einen Laut von sich gegeben, noch konnte. “We have a little change of plans for Sunday,” Donna said. “It seems someone invited a highly protected teen to the cookout. The only way to make it work to the mother’s satisfaction was to have everyone over in the afternoon. I hope all the pod will still come in the morning, though.”“That works for me,” Emily said. “I can’t wait to see your house now that I’ve heard so much about it. What should we all bring?”“Don’t expect steaks,” Donna laughed. “The parents all volunteered to bring things. How they had been best friends and had shared so many wonderful times together at Fred’s dilapidated camp in the Adirondacks. Even thought it was run down and in need of immediate repair, John always shared wonderful memories of it and his time spent there with the rest of the gang to her. It was a place that John and his five best friends went to occasionally on summer weekends, to relax, let down their hair, and party a little. ‘It’s really good to see you again, Sue, …we’ve all missed you.’.