When I told her that this wasn’t a hotel, that it was our house and that the only people that lived here was you and I and do you know what the fuck... she said then?”Again I indicated that I did not.“Bull shit,”“Honest dear, I have no idea what she said.” I defended myself.“No,” Beth uttered irritatedly. “That’s what Honey said, ‘Bull shit’. A nine year old girl, sitting in a tub of soap bubbles, told me candidly that I was full of shit right to my face.”My wife glared at me with her hands on her. ”“You’re right,” she smiled as two fingers discovered her moistened pussy. “Can I have a repeat of Monday night?”“Of course, you can, but this time I want you to give Dan a nice, blow job so you get a good taste of his cum in your mouth. Then I’ll help you to get him hard again so he can give you a nice, long, fuck.”“Mmm, that sounds perfect!” she agreed.“Now can you tell us about when you arrived home Monday night,” Karen asked, sucking on Wendy’s nipples. Dan enjoyed eating her pussy, and. He was kind and talked to me so warmly. When tasting our second drink, I noticed the bulge in his pants and thought he was really well hung. After a few more drinks Julia said she was tired and went to our car to bed…I kissed her goodbye, telling I was in the mood for a last glass…I really wanted to see how hung my brand new friend Joao was tonight. I wanted to get him hard if he was not. My loving Victor was almost eight inches and that man could even be larger… and thicker…After everyone. On the road, the group quickly opted to go in smaller groups, so as not to panic anyone or draw too much attention. There was a Mafia consigliere named Tommaso Vitelli out looking for his daughter, presumably, and they didn’t wish to help him find Edda. She didn’t want to stay with her mobster father anymore after all. The first group to hit the Garden State Bank, the closest one in that part of Princeton, was composed of Karen, Salome, and Claire. Since they wore clothing this time around,.