With at least three pints down our throats we undressed each other and what a surprise Patricia was. No more Mrs – I have a problem – more like, h...ere is who I am and what you want me to be. Me? It was a case of let’s go everywhere.Slowly, she undressed very slowly. First the blouse revealing a very sexy bra encasing at what I took to be a great pair of 40 inch DD natural tits. Tantalisingly she then unzipped her skirt as she came across to me. Not one for being backwards, I stood up and took. Her only answer was "god no" over and over again when i asked her. i was so lost in screwing her that i hadnt noticed what my wife was doing. her mom and i were so into fucking and touching each other we hadnt paid much attention to my wife. after her mom came on my dick i looked at my wife and saw that she looked somewhat unhappy. i didnt know what to do, but i did know i wanted to keep fucking her mother until i came. i was conflicted but kept pumping into her mother. i was still so hard. i. ‘Stop’, he said. I stopped just as my finger found the top of my lips. He moved to the bed and firmly pulled me to the edge keeping my legs fully spread, he knelt between my spread legs and breathed in the heady aroma. I wanted to tear my panties off. I wanted him to tear my panties off. I felt his hot breath on my wet pussy. My clit was throbbing now. I felt his lips brush against my swollen lips, his tongue now teasing me through the drenched fabric. He stopped. I held my breath. He stood. “Joe!” Charlie copied her.He kissed the top of each towheaded angel’s head.“You didn’t need to bring in the plate,” Martha practically scolded.He shrugged. And headed to Constance’s bedroom.“Joe,” she murmured.“I didn’t give Nigel to you,” he growled.“Are you going to punish me?” she asked eagerly.“Later. I’m busy. I’m going to need your office.”“Yes Joe.”“Go to Joanne’s room. Make sure Nigel gets off. Something you forgot to do. And yes, she can be my surrogate. But Joanne takes priority with.