No sex. That would break the rules and I can’t agree to that. But sleeping with us? Yes, that would be OK.”She and I were on the same page for sur...e, but I had a sneaking suspicion that Jessica had other ideas. But that was something for another day.“Let me go see how the girls are doing,” I said.I kissed both my wives, then went back to the ‘Indian’ room to find Birgit still sitting in Samantha’s lap, but they were talking now, and laughing.“Your daughter is so funny!” Samantha said. “According. Kingfisher braced, his back legs scrambling on the floor and his front legs hauling Rachel back toward him. Rachel twisted and stared back over her shoulder. She saw that Marylou was no longer restraining the dog with her hand. She felt the dog quiver as all his muscles tensed."Oh, no!" Rachel cried.Marylou grinned and shrugged.And then the dog fucked his entire cock up the virgin's cunt.Kingfisher's haunches whipped in, his long tail swishing, and he fucked every inch of his huge prick up. " I glanced over at Patrick discreetly and saw that he'd pitched a full-blown tent in his towel. An impressive tent. I got bold and continued his line of conversation..."so, you fuck a lot with Ford in the room? Is that awkward at all?" "It was a little weird the first time, man," he replied. "We'd always used the signals before and stayed out of each other's way. Then one night this girl and I were a little drunk and both fell asleep on my bed. She woke me up in the middle of the night. While I waited I fingered Mother's panties in my pocket. I was conflicted. I had enjoyed sex with Mom even though it had been rushed. Yet it left me unsatisfied, wanting more.Mother called me on my cell and thanked me for the flowers I had sent her. She laughed uproariously as I related the story of my airport adventure. She once again told me how much she had enjoyed our time in the limo but I caught frustration in her voice. A couple of weeks later I sat between Mother and Dad at Wrigley.