The day had been hot and now the late evening was left humid. Helen sacrificed a hot shower and so followed Harry’s suggestion to take a cold one in...stead. After drinking a hidden stash of beers, they felt tired, hungry and disappointed for their own reasons, especially Helen who had to cope with having her bag stolen with the car. They sat together on the settee. ‘Who are the O’Grady’s?’ Helen asked with curiosity. ‘Oh they are just friends.’ Harry replied nonchalantly. ‘Well, old friends.. We got chatting.“I am upset with you?”“Why” I asked“Where’s my hot juicy hard thick mutton seekh kebab?”I laughed and walked up to her opening my trousers.“eeesh all you men have a single track mind”I laughed loudly and said I had packed the same . She squealed in delight and quickly unpacked the food and heated the kebabs in the microwave. She brought the same to the centre table and voraciously ate one.“Tasty?” I asked“Yes”“As tasty what you had earlier”“sheesh, that’s different, that’s for. After I stated my name, the group responded, ‘Hi, Lenny!’ in unison. Now fully encouraged, I continued, wanting to get the hardest part out of the way quickly: ‘And I hate cheese!’ A startled gasp drew all attention to the old man whose face pursed into a deep grimace as he spoke: ‘I’m very sorry! We are all accepted here and… uh,… I was just…’ His voice trailed off and he looked towards the man seated closest to him who appeared to reflect the same deep grimace just before he erupted in. "Ready for more?" Oh Lord, don't stop." you tell me.I lean down and reach under your breasts and shoulders to support you. I stand, picking you up, your body still impaled on my hard as steel member. I lift you from the bed and turn around, slowly carefully, without puling out of you I sit on the edge of the bed, your back against my chest, my cock still buried inside. I look up and see that your husband is standing in the open doorway watching with a slight smile on his face. He and I make eye.