Here. Come on in.”“It smells delicious!”“Thank you. Come and see.” Taking Peter’s hand, she led him into the kitchen. “I just put the be...ef bourguignon in the oven; that has to bake for another hour-and-a-half. We’ve also got a nice loaf of French bread and some fresh asparagus,” she said proudly. Lauren considered herself a good cook and had taken the afternoon off to get everything ready.First, her mother had come over and taken the children with her for the weekend. This was the first time. His fingers were exploring my ass and for only the second time I felt another persons finger enter my bud.Fred was gently turning and twisting his finger, withdrew it to oil up and inserted it again, finding my prostate, rubbing it quickly and pulling out again as my reflexes moved my hips back with his finger, not wanting to let it go. I glanced back at Fred and smiled, then turned back to Dean whose cock was now staring at me point blank. It was quite a nice cock for an older guy and I sucked. "How long do you think it will take to put up the fences?" Paulette asked."Don't know. Probably two or three days at least."She unzipped her coat, then his. Putting her arms around him, she hugged herself to her husband's chest. "I'm so happy," she said as she snuggled. "I'll always be thankful that Mom and Dad didn't make me wait another year before we could marry." Looking up into her husband's face, "If you see me act like a child, just spank my butt for me. I don't want to let my parents. Dan was dressed at the opposite end of the clothing spectrum in a new gray suit of wool and silk. ‘You look pretty good yourself, but I can’t whistle the way you can.’ Artsy kissed Dan, warm and lip-to-lip, but still a sister kiss. Conversation started slow, they had a lot to talk about, but both seemed to avoid some subjects. Dan was always comfortable talking art world subjects with his friend so they started there. When a beer’s worth of conversation hadn’t move them past inconsequential,.